Meet The Gwerin!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Her pioneering work began in Warrington.

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

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

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

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

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

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

This was and still is the scale of the problem…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A combination of Leicester and the Anglican Church…

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

Dafydd knows really famous people!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘We didn’t know.’

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

This was the beginning of something terrible.

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

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

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

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

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

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

I will return to these men later in this post.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Strange but true

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

Strange but true

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

David Steel succeeded Thorpe as Leader of the Liberal Party.

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

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

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

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

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

All part of one big happy classless Gwerin! Bechod!

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dafydd grew up in Bethesda.

 

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

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

 The grave of Sir Martin Roth in Cambridge City Cemetary. 

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

Maurice Partridge was educated at Shrewsbury School

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

and Balliol College, Oxford.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Maurice was only involved in one major research project,

But he became Eminent nonetheless

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

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

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

Which sums it up nicely.

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His appearance was a little eccentric.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But then Dafydd was Europe’s Leading Forensic Psychiatrist.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Viscount Whitelaw
William Whitelaw in 1963.jpg

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So Mallinson predated Dr Death at Tommy’s…

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

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

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

Curran and his mates infected the whole profession…

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

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

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

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

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

Oh don’t titter…

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

Nay, nay and thrice nay

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Anyone want to give the tombola another spin???

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

Trainees subject to his influence changed

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

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

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

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

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

Mallinson was probably in Wine Club as well.

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

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

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

They are myriad…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

 

Conference At Cold Comfort Farm

Whilst searching for more information regarding matters such as the sorry state of the UK’s prisons and miscarriages of justice recently, I came across a news report from 1997 which stated that paedophile gangs were operating within prisons. What had happened was that paedophiles had been sentenced, but then their young victims had ended up in prison alongside their assailants, after the victims had been criminalised and jailed for less serious offences. That was certainly what seemed to be happening at Risley Remand Centre back in the 1980s.

No matter how many shock horror reports, no matter how many lessons will be learned, pledges for change etc, matters in the prison service and mental health services do not ever improve, even in the face of so much ‘expertise’. I maintain that it is because everyone who would implement change is excluded at a junior level. There are no original thinkers in the pool from which the ‘leaders’ and ‘advisers’ are drawn. The ‘leaders’ have only made it into the selection pool by spending their careers keeping quiet about abuse and wrongdoing. Not that Gov’t wants anyone who will expose the rot. The structure is so threadbare that if one gave a loose thread a tug, the whole system would unravel.

Those who are going to effect change are also drawn from a pool of people with remarkably similar backgrounds and CVs. So I thought that in this post I’d take a look at some of those who’s vision was going to effect change in the prison system.

When the Indie reported on the paedophile gangs operating within prisons, David Ramsbotham was HMI Chief Inspector of Prisons for England and Wales. Ramsbotham was in post 1995-01.

David Ramsbotham was the son of a clergyman, John Ramsbotham, who became the Bishop of Wakefield, retiring in 1967. John Ramsbotham is one of the generation of senior clergyman whom we now know colluded with a massive child abuse problem within the Church of England.

David Ramsbotham was educated at Haileybury and the Imperial Service College. Ramsbotham entered the Army to do National Service and was commissioned into the Royal Artillary in 1953. After National Service, he retained a TA commission and then completed a degree at Corpus Christi College, Cambridge. 

In 1958 Ramsbotham was appointed to a regular Army commission. He served in Borneo during the Indonesia-Malaysia confrontation, Dec 1965-66. By 1971 Ramsbotham had achieved the rank of Lt Col and from 1970-73 he served as Military Assistant to the Chief of the General Staff, Sir (Later Lord) Field Marshal Michael Carver. Ramsbotham commanded a battalion of the Royal Green Jackets in N Ireland from 1974-75. By the end of 1978, Ramsbotham had achieved the rank of Brigadier and served again in N Ireland, commanding a brigade based in Belfast from June 1978 and was appointed CBE for his service there in the operational honours of Oct 1980.

David Ramsbotham will know a great deal about shoot to kill, the torture and sometimes murder of suspects, the law breaking that was associated with internment, the miscarriages of justice in N Ireland, the internal wars between different factions of the security services and of course the identity of those who were abusing boys at the Kincora Boys Home, as well as about the activities of the paedophile child psychiatrist who was linked to Kincora, Dr Morris Fraser, who was afforded complete protection by the British establishment.

As the British Army’s Director of PR, 1982–84, Ramsbotham leaked documents to a journalist which showed that prior to the Falklands War, the Army had developed a comprehensive plan for dealing with the media, but it had been overlooked; the Army was subsequently criticised for not having done such planning.

Ramsbotham commanded the 3rd Armoured Division for a period prior to March 1987. In April 1987 he was appointed Commander UK Field Army and Inspector General of the TA.

Ramsbotham stepped down as Commander of the Field Army in August 1990 and received a further honorary appointment as ADC Gen to Lilibet on 3 Dec 1990, which he held until his retirement from the Army. On 27 December 1990 Ramsbotham was appointed Adjutant-General. This period included the UK involvement in the Gulf War; he retired from the Army in July 1993. In Dec 1995 Ramsbotham became Chief Inspector of Prisons for England and Wales.

Ramsbotham had a ‘strained relationship’ with the Home Secretaries in office during his tenure – Michael Howard and Jack Straw – and this contributed to his contract not being continued for the full eight years that had originally been possible.

In 2005 Ramsbotham was given a peerage and he sits as a crossbencher.  Ramsbotham is Chairman of the Koestler Awards scheme as well as Vice-Chair of both the All Party Penal Affairs Group and the All Party Parliamentary Group for Learning and Skills in the Criminal Justice System. He is President of UNLOCK, the National Association of Ex-Offenders and an Ambassador for the Prison Advice and Care Trust (PACT). Ramsbotham is a Trustee and Vice-Chairman of the charity Institute for Food, Brain and Behaviour.

The primary focus of the Institute for Food, Brain and Behaviour (IFBB) is the commissioning of research into how food, nutrition and diet can affect brain function and behaviour. Former Trustees include Hugh Montefiore, the 3rd Earl Henry Kitchener, Baroness Susan Greenfield and Rev Nicholas Frayling.

Hugh Montefiore, Chairman and Trustee of the IFBB, was Bishop of Kingston-upon-Thames, 1970-78 and then Bishop of Birmingham, 1978-87. Nicholas Frayling is also a clergyman who worked in Peckham, Tooting and Liverpool when organised trafficking gangs operated in those areas. Montefiore and Frayling must have known at least something of what was going on.

Susan Greenfield spent a few years as the media’s idea of a wonderful advert for wimmin in science and there were many articles published about the feminist scientist who wore leather and short skirts. Greenfield played the journos for all that she could, most of them had no knowledge of pharmacology or biochemistry and obviously saw Greenfield as some sort of Einstein. Greenfield’s colleagues are less wowed and she has stood accused of publishing theories without the evidence to back them up. Susan Greenfield was appointed Director of the Royal Institution in 1998 and more gushing articles followed. Within a few short years there was the most enormous ding dong, with Greenfield being accused of complete incompetence and wasting millions of quid and Greenfield responding that her accusers were a bunch of old farts in possession of testicles. Then the writs began flying. Whatever went on must have been really bad because the post of Director of the Royal Institution was subsequently abolished, just in case Susan came back again.

After the disaster at the Royal Institution, Susan rocked up in the Lords as a people’s peer. When reading about Susan, I had the most terrible shock. I thought that Blair rang up his mates to invite them to become people’s peers, but it’s worse than that. People’s peers are ‘self-nominated’, as indeed was Susan. No wonder the people’s peers are all narcissistic loonies, they’ve applied to be peers themselves, they haven’t even been chosen. So that’s why the Lords is now so obviously the House of the Sharp-Elbowed and Mediocre. I think that I might contact hundreds of dinner ladies, cleaners and service users and encourage them all to nominate themselves as people’s peers. They can bang on about empowering wimmin just as well as Susan Greenfield can and they’ll be able to cook a dinner for a family of five at the same time.

Lord Henry Kitchener, former President and Trustee of the IFBB, was a physicist who spent most of his working life with ICI in Cheshire and was President of the Organic Food Society. He was a Freemason who was initiated in 1947 and rose to senior rank, serving as Senior Grand Warden of the United Grand Lodge of England. In 1972 Lord Kitchener was Deputy Lieutenant of Cheshire. Which rather puts him at the scene of the crimes and cover-up re Dafydd, Sir Peter Morrison and the gang. Kitchener was a friend of Bertrand Russell’s son Lord Conrad Russell (see post ‘So Who Was Angry About What?’). Bertrand Russell spent the last 25 years of his life living in north Wales and was friends with the Welsh Bloomsbury set based at Cwm Croesor who knew about Gwynne, Dafydd and the gang (see post ‘The Village’).

Henry Kitchener was a Page of Honour at the coronation of George VI. His niece Emma Joy Kitchener, a Lady-in-Waiting to HRH Princess Michael of Kent, married Julian Fellowes of gratuitous snobbery and ‘Downton Abbey’ fame. In 1998 the Fellowes family changed its surname from Fellowes to Kitchener-Fellowes, because that sounds even posher and it also means that now Julian Fellowes can stress that he’s related to Lord Kitchener of Khartoum, the butcher of WWI and inventor of the concentration camp.

Henry was known to have explained to people that an hereditary peerage was much better than a mere life peerage and that he took his right to sit in the Lords very seriously, although by his own admission he was ‘just too lazy’ to attend the Lords much before his retirement.

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Every little helps – there’s a paedophile gang with links to Parliament and the Royal Family to be concealed!

Because Henry Kitchener was unmarried with no male heirs, his title died with him in 2011. Julian Fellowes was outraged at this waste of a good Earldom and publicly expressed his dissatisfaction that the proposals to change the rules of royal succession were not extended to hereditary peerages, which had they been would have allowed his wife to succeed her uncle as The Countess Kitchener. Emma was in danger of remaining plain old Lady Fellowes – or perhaps Lady Kitchener-Fellowes because of course they’d changed their name – as a result of being married to Lord Julian, only a life peer himself. Which is so naff that one might as well be in trade. Here he is, common as muck:

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Fellowes stated: “I find it ridiculous that, in 2011, a perfectly sentient adult woman has no rights of inheritance whatsoever when it comes to a hereditary title”. Fortunately for Julian and Emma, Lilibet came to the rescue. On 9 May 2012, Lilibet issued a Royal Warrant of Precedence granting Lady Emma the same rank and style as the daughter of an Earl, as would have been due to her if her late father had survived his brother and therefore succeeded to the earldom. Specifically it declared that Lady Fellowes “shall henceforth have, hold and enjoy the same title, rank, place, pre-eminence and precedence as a daughter of an Earl” and “succeeded to the title and dignity of Earl Kitchener of Khartoum and Broome.”

Much as I am touched by the sudden outburst of the desire for gender equality on the part of Julian Fellowes and Lilibet, where ‘dignity’ enters into the hissy fit of a man who writes laughable dramas for TV because he has realised that his wife cannot inherit the title of a man who concealed the crimes of Dafydd, I cannot imagine. Now how was that well-known Women’s Libber Lilibet persuaded to intervene in this matter I wonder?

Peter Morrison

Sir Peter Morrison, former Tory MP for Chester, celebrity paedophile and brother of Dame Mary Morrison, Woman-of-the Bedchamber to Lilibet.

Major General His Grace The Duke of Westminster, President of the City of Chester Conservative Association when Sir Peter Morrison was the constituency MP
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Carlo, Chancellor of UCNW and close friend of the Duke of Westminster.

 

Dr Dafydd Alun Jones
The man who exerted massive influence over UCNW while Carlo was Chancellor and who tried to embezzle a few thousand quid from the institution. It really is appalling as I am sure that Carlo would agree.

 

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‘These women are only bloody feminists because they’re too fat and ugly to get a man.’

IFBB’s Science Fellows include Kathleen Taylor, a neuroscientist based at Oxford University. One of Taylor’s research areas is ‘the neuroscience of belief’. I wish you all the best with that one Kathleen, perhaps your research will equal that of some of your colleagues who have told us all that MRI scans show which parts of the brain are responsible for ‘love’ and ‘compassion’ and how these areas experience increased activity after the owners of the brains have done a bit of Mindfulness. Look, the brain areas are lighting up! The MRI scanning machines are obviously in on Prof Mark Williams’s research fraud as well then (see post ‘The Biggest Expert Of The Lot’).

Kathleen’s 2004 book ‘Brainwashing: The Science of Thought Control’ was shortlisted by MIND for their 2005 ‘book of the year’. In 2005 MIND were concealing the abuse and deaths of patients at the Hergest Unit in Ysbyty Gwynedd, as well as in other institutions. Both National MIND were involved, as were MIND Cymru. I rang MIND Cymru in 2005 and told one Ruth Coombs, who I think was their Director of Policy, that I had evidence of the serious abuse of mental health patients in Wales. She was all ears and asked me where. I replied ‘the Hergest Unit’ and I heard her whisper ‘Oh my God’ before putting the phone down on me. Ruth subsequently became Director of MIND Cymru and then the Head of the British Heart Foundation in Wales. See post ‘The Mysterious Silence Of MIND’.

Ruth Coombs has climbed ever higher and is now ‘Head of Wales’ no less at the Equality and Human Rights Commission. Ruth has worked in partnership with the Children’s Commissioner for Wales to produce an ‘anti-bullying resource’ for use in secondary schools in Wales. MIND Cymru recently featured on TV in Wales as being an organisation with a serious workplace bullying problem. This blog also received accounts and evidence of bullying and misconduct from horrified former MIND Cymru staff (see post ‘A Solicitor’s Letter From North East Wales MIND’) and I was subsequently harassed and threatened by MIND Cymru as they tried to force me to remove my posts about them.

Robin Holden, a man with a very cosy relationship with Dafydd who formerly worked as an Angel at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh and as a senior manager for the Gwynedd Community Health Trust whilst patients died and were fitted up for crimes by the staff and when serious complaints when uninvestigated and documentation was forged, is now an executive with MIND Cymru (see post ‘A Solicitor’s Letter From North East Wales MIND’).

The Office of Children’s Commissioner for Wales was established on the recommendation of no less than that of Sir Ronald Waterhouse. Since it’s creation it has been managed and run substantially by paedophiles’ friends. One senior social worker employed by the Children’s Commissioner was the daughter of an Angel at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh who had been a close friend of Dafydd’s daughter when they were teenagers. See post ‘Yet More Inglorious Bastards’.

The Equality and Human Rights Commission has a long and proud tradition of appointing Commissioners who have presided over the abuse of vulnerable people, such as Dr Rachel Perkins (see post ‘BMA Calling, BMA Calling’), who was the Clinical Director of Springfield Hospital when that hospital colluded with Dafydd and the paedophiles in north Wales and concealed another linked paedophile gang in south London (see posts ‘Some Very Eminent Psychiatrists From London…’ and ‘The Most Dangerous Man In the World – Part III’).

Kathleen Taylor’s 2009 book, ‘Cruelty: Human Evil and the Human Brain’ examined human cruelty from ‘the points of view of biology and sociology’. Whereas this blog has examined human cruelty as inflicted by MIND and the many people with who’s crimes MIND have colluded or concealed.

 

The Institute for Food, Brain and Behaviour seems to have spent some years disguised as something else. It began life in 1984 as South Cumbria Alternative Sentencing Options. It was founded to investigate whether nutrition could play a role in minimising recidivism in young offenders, but that aim doesn’t readily come to mind if one talks of ‘alternative sentencing options’. The organisation became Natural Justice in 1991, which again does not sound as though it is an organisation investigating links between nutrition and offending behaviour. Natural Justice metamorphosed into the Institute for Food, Brain and Behaviour (IFBB) in 2010.

The Institute has a collaborative research programme with Oxford University. It facilitated a £1.4 million research project in three prisons funded by the Wellcome Trust. The Wellcome Trust funded Professor Mark Williams and Professor Sarah-Jayne Blakemore to conduct a big Mindfulness research project. Sarah-Jayne is the helpful neuroscientist upon whom Mark Williams is relying to give Mindfulness scientific credibility. Sarah-Jayne’s dad is the Oxford Professor Colin Blakemore, who was formerly Chief Executive of the MRC, which gives Oxford University a great deal of funding. Colin Blakemore had to wait a very long time for his knighthood because his animal work was felt to be so gratuitously cruel, even by other researchers carrying out animal work. For further details of Sarah-Jayne and Colin Blakemore’s network, see post ‘They Are MYRIAD, They Are Legion’.

The Wellcome funded study for the IFBB commenced in Jan 2008 with Professor John Stein –  a Trustee of the IFBB and Chair of the IFBB’s Science Advisory Council – of Oxford University as Principal Investigator. John Stein was the PhD supervisor of Daniel Wolpert, who was the PhD supervisor of Sarah-Jayne Blakemore (see post ‘They Are MYRIAD, They Are Legion’). Sarah-Jayne Co-directs the Wellcome Trust PhD Programme at UCL.

The Institute has been carrying out a study at Robert Clack School into whether nutritional supplements can improve disadvantaged pupils’ cognitive skills and behaviour, funded by the Esmee Fairbairn Foundation. I suspect that John Stein might find that a range of cultural and socio-economic factors may be playing a part in the cognitive skills and behaviour of disadvantaged pupils, as well as in how ‘cognitive skills and behaviour’ are being defined.

Prof John Stein came under fire in 2008 during that row when Gordon Brown was PM about the girl from Newcastle, Laura Spence, who had been turned down for a place to read medicine at Oxford despite a string of As at A level. Laura went to university in the US in the end. John Stein angrily denied that Oxford had discriminated against Laura, a state school pupil and maintained that he and his colleagues had been working very hard to welcome state school pupils at Oxford. Laura’s rejection was most likely simply a result of the huge numbers of very well-qualified students applying for a place at Oxford for medicine. Although I don’t believe that most Oxford admissions tutors do actively discriminate against state school pupils and it is true that more state school pupils are indeed entering Oxford, they are nearly always state school pupils who’s parents are professional middle class people, often academics. Students like Sarah-Jayne Blakemore was.

If John Stein wants more genuinely disadvantaged students to benefit from an Oxford education, he’d do better addressing the variety of interacting socio-economic and cultural factors that excludes those students rather than wasting his time giving them food supplements. That will boost the profits of Holland and Barrett, but I doubt that it will change the social profile of Oxford undergrads.

Lots of fish oil, that’s what the lower classes need. Then they’d all be as clever as Sarah-Jayne Blakemore. They’re only held back because they do insist on eating Big Macs and chips, Jamie Oliver will confirm that, whilst he insults their mothers at the same time for not feeding their offspring the sort of delicacies that Buddy Bear and his siblings enjoy.

In 1999, when Jamie was riding high on the success of his TV programme Two Fat Hairy Naked Chefs, Jamie was invited to cook Tony Blair a dinner at No 10. So that is why Tony Blair’s kids have done so well for themselves, it was the quality of the grub that the family were served by Jamie! Euan Blair bagged an internship at the Whitehouse, subsequently pursued a career in the City and is the proud joint owner of a house worth £3.6 million. Bloody hell Jamie, you must have put something special in Blair’s dinner. It was revealed in the media that Cherie is the joint owner of Euan’s house, rather than Euan’s wife Suzanne. That’ll be because Suzanne once ate a Penguin biscuit.

Jamie Oliver went to Newport Free Grammar School and left with two GCSEs. He went on to Westminster Technical College, where he gained an NVQ in home economics. Well that’s curious Jamie, because I went to a troubled shite comprehensive school, but I ended up with O levels, A levels, a BSc, an MSc and a PhD. I’ve never been fed food supplements and I didn’t grow up in a household which possessed items of expensive kitchen machinery, but I was surrounded by books and people who discussed politics. I wonder if there could be a link. It’s called ‘cultural capital’ Professor Stein and Jamie, Pierre Bourdieu wrote about it years ago before people worked so hard to blame disadvantaged people for their own disadvantage.

John Stein’s brother is the celebrity chef Rick Stein. I did wonder if Rick flogged food supplements, but a quick look at his wiki entry reveals that he actually owns a few fish and chip shops.

 

On the topic of Oxford entry, I wonder if John Stein can solve a puzzle. Back in the mid-1980s, there was a lot of huffing and puffing in the media regarding certain schools having reserved places at Oxford. Oxford angrily denied any such practice, maintaining that was only back in the Olden Days and things were different now. The year that this row blew up was the very same year that Brown’s cousin applied to read law at Oxford. She didn’t get the place that she wanted, but was subsequently offered a place to do theology instead, which confused me, because she had not shown the slightest interest in theology. It was explained by Brown’s uncle and auntie that Brown’s cousin’s school had a reserved place at Oxford, but it was for theology and it had been offered to her. The school in question was Tiffin Girls’ in Kingston-upon-Thames. Tiffin Girls’ still has an excellent track record for getting pupils into Oxbridge.

 

Here’s some Fox’s Party Rings, perfect for an at home with Peter Morrison and Dafydd:
Nottingham MMB 11 Party Rings.jpg

 

And some crumpets:

London's Best Crumpets | Londonist

 

Alderman Roberts probably sold them in that grocer’s shop in Grantham that we heard so much about from Thatch.

 

The Patron of the IFBB is the restaurateur and chef Prue Leith. Leith grew up in South Africa and her father worked for and became a Director of African Explosives, a subsidiary of ICI producing dynamite for use in mines. In 1975, Leith founded Prue Leith’s School of Food and Wine, of which Caroline Waldegrave is Managing Director. Caroline is married to William Waldegrave, who’s OK by Julian Fellowes, being the son of the 12th Earl Waldegrave. William Waldegrave was Secretary of State for Health, 1990-92 and while in that post he covered up the barrel of shit which was Dafydd and the paedophile gang and the linked gang in south London which was concealed by St George’s Hospital Medical School/Springfield Hospital. Waldegrave was the Tory MP for Bristol West. That must have been very useful for Dr D.G.E. Wood, Dafydd’s partner in crime who came from the Bristol area, qualified from Bristol University and who’s father was a Top Doc who continued to live near Bristol long after Wood himself had settled in north Wales to follow a life of serious organised crime. Waldegrave’s sister is Lady Susan Hussey, Lady-in-Waiting to Lilibet and Godmother to Prince William. The Lady Susan was married to Marmaduke Hussey, whom Thatch appointed Chairman of the BBC to sort out the pinkos there. Duke Hussey was Chairman when my friend, a witness to the wrongdoing in north Wales, was forced out of his job at the BBC, while Waldegrave was Health Secretary (see post ‘The Turn Of The Screw’).

In his autobiography, ‘A Different Kind Of Weather’, Waldegrave banged on about his noble ancestors and his bitter regret that he never became PM. Presumably this aristocratic complete scumbag who ignored the most serious crime in the NHS and social services thought that he would have done a so much better job than the scumbag who was the petit bourgeois grocer’s daughter or the scumbag who was the son of the circus performer from Brixton who ignored the same serious crime.

In Matthew Parris’s article for ‘The Spectator’ in which he reviews Waldegrave’s autobiography, Parris mentions that he and Waldegrave were elected to the Commons at the same time in 1979. Parris wrote: ‘That old charmer Edward du Cann, to whom in the days after William and I had been elected in 1979 I once confided my feelings of hurt when criticised, put a hand on my wrist. ‘Dear boy,’ he said, ‘nice people are always hurt.’

Edward du Cann was the Conservative MP for Taunton, 1956-87 and was highly influential in the Tory Party as a result of his position as Chairman of the Tory Party, 1965-67 and as Chairman of the Party’s 1922 Committee, 1972-84. Du Cann was a very rich man whom my grandfather always claimed was a crook. Du Cann was criticized as “incompetent” by a 1974 DTI report regarding the bankruptcy of Keyser Ullman bank, of which du Cann was a Director. In 1973, Keyser Ullman lent £17m to a 28 year old entrepreneur, Christopher Selmes, secured on a valueless guarantee. Mr Selmes later fled the country, leaving debts of more than £20m. The bankruptcy of Keyser Ullman was the only reason why du Cann did not put himself forward as a candidate in the Tory leadership contest against Thatcher, du Cann being yet another mediocrity who fancied himself as a future PM and had led the rout against Ted Heath, initially under the guise of robustly supporting Thatch for the leadership. Peter Morrison was a leading light in encouraging Thatch to run for the leadership.

Du Cann succeeded Duncan Sandys as Chairman of Lonrho in 1984, a position from which he was forced to resign in 1991 due to his role as Deputy Chairman of Homes Assured, a finance company which crashed. His resignation came two days before the company collapsed, owing £10 million to creditors. The Serious Fraud Office began an inquiry. Du Cann was involved in several legal disputes over debts. His Somerset estate Cothay Manor was repossessed in 1992 and his London flat in Tufton Street in Westminster was repossessed in 1993. In 1985-86, the Eagle Star insurance company began proceedings three times to repossess Cothay Manor. The amount was paid each time and the mortgage later discharged.

Between 1980 and 1993 there were at least seven writs against du Cann for late payment of bills, including failure to pay water rates, to pay commission on the sale of a yacht, to keep up his mortgage payments and to clear a £137,000 overdraft.

Du Cann had a bankruptcy order served against him in 1993 and lived for several years in Alderney on the Isle of Wight. So one wonders how du Cann then subsequently wound up living in Lemona in Cyprus with enough dosh to invest in a vineyard.

Here are some clues:

On 26 March 1993 the Indie reported that du Cann had applied to have the bankruptcy order against him lifted. The order was made in the London Bankruptcy Court on 12 March 1993 on a petition over unpaid bills by the solicitors Denton Hall Burgin & Warren, who used to act for du Cann. Because of that order, an Inland Revenue petition for unpaid taxes became a formality on 25 March 1993 and was automatically dismissed at a brief private hearing before Registrar Geoffrey Pimm in London on 25 March 1993. Both the Inland Revenue and the law firm had filed their petitions in Jan 1993. Du Cann told ‘The Independent’ on 25 March that his solicitors would be applying to have the bankruptcy order lifted in the next few days.

A curious article in the ‘Sunday Herald’, 18 July 1995, about du Cann mentioned his long and glorious life – he was by the 71 yrs old – his service in the Royal Naval Reserve in the 1940s, his former close relationship to Ted Heath and his numerous dodgy deals and friendships with the rich and famous. It was explained that du Cann’s wife Jen had recently died, that du Cann was living on the Isle of Wight in reduced circumstances and was unhappy at the way that the Tory Party was ‘being run’. Du Cann told the ‘Sunday Herald’ that he had a lot to tell and he would be telling it.

In July 1995, Nicola Davies QC was supposedly reviewing the paperwork relating to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal to determine whether a Public Inquiry was needed. Although Dame Nicola stated in Dec 1995 that a Public Inquiry would not be in the public interest, by summer 1995, Sir Ronald Waterhouse had altered his retirement plans and had embarked on a tour of the paedophiles’ friends in Cheshire and Wales who were responsible for so much of the parts of the infrastructure which allowed the abuse of children in Cheshire/north Wales to occur, infrastructure which was to feature in Ronnie’s subsequent Inquiry, which was announced by William Hague on 17 June 1996.

By July 1995 Dafydd et al in north Wales were moving heaven and earth in an attempt to demonstrate that I was so dangerous that I should be banged up in a secure hospital on their say so without the inconvenience of a trial, having failed dismally in their serial attempts to have me imprisoned by perjury, planting evidence etc.

Du Cann never did tell anyone anything, or at least if he did, whatever he told them received no publicity.

In Oct 2013 the ‘Cyprus Mail’ ran a feature on a long forgotten elderly English gentleman who had been living in Cyprus for the last 12 years and who’s previous as the Chief Exec of a a wine company with vineyards in the south of France had prompted him to ‘invest’ in Cyprus vine yards years previously. It was Edward du Cann. Du Cann told the ‘Cyprus Mail’ that he used to regularly visit the south of France to ‘inspect the vine yards’.

John Allen owned a villa in the south of France to which he took kids from the children’s homes of north Wales ‘on holiday’. Dafydd was a regular in the south of France as well, he ‘held clinics’ there.

For some years now Dr D.G.E. Wood has been ‘holding clinics’ in Cyprus.

 

Old Warwickians - 1940s-1960s School House Dinner

Cheers, We’re as corrupt as fuck!

Dafydd’s mate and umbrella Professor Robert Bluglass has a second home in the Pyrenees. Which are located on the south west France/Spain border.

 

Du Cann was a board member of E-Clear, a British payment processing company, which went into administration in Jan 2010. He married three times; first, in 1962, to Sally (a cousin), whom he divorced in 1987, then he was married to Jennifer until her death in 1995. Du Cann died in Aug 2017 and was survived by his third wife, Maureen Hope-Wynne. Perhaps Maureen could let us know whence that influx of dosh came which refloated the Good Ship du Cann after his bankruptcy and public disgrace. Maureen might also tell us why Sir Edward decided at some point in 1995 that he didn’t have anything to tell after all, even though he thought that he did. Unless William Hague wants to explain instead.

Sir Edward du Cann’s second wife Jen was the widow of Robert Cooke, who had been Waldegrave’s predecessor as the Tory MP for Bristol West. Cooke served as a councillor on Bristol City Council, 1954-57 and taught English at a Bristol public school. D.G.E. Wood went to a public school in or near Bristol, but I don’t know which one. A long standing loyal protector of Dafydd and the gang was Lord David Hunt. Hunt was MP for Wirral and then Wirral West, 1976-97 and served as a junior Minister in the Welsh Office and as Secretary of State for Wales twice. David Hunt did his law degree in Bristol and is of a similar vintage to D.G.E. Wood. Before Hunt was elected to the Commons, Lilibet gave him an MBE for services to politics in the west of England. I’d love to know what those services were. Lord Hunt continues to do his best for the paedophiles’ friends. Hunt’s international law firm DAC Beachcroft now works on behalf of Top Doctors who have found themselves in trouble.

One of Edward du Cann’s earliest scams was perpetrated when he was a Director of BAC (British Car Auctions), a company founded by David Wickins, alongside whom du Cann served in the Royal Naval Reserve. British Car Auctions group was the world’s biggest second-hand car business. David Wickins was a long-time friend and business associate of both Denis and Mark Thatcher.

BAC flourished first as Southern Counties Car Auctions, but soon outgrew the name as auction sites were opened throughout the country. Among regular sellers were the Post Office, the Ministry of Defence and the regional gas boards. Potential problems with buyers were overcome by selling vehicles only as seen on the most perfunctory inspection and enforcing a foolproof payment system. Wickins also bought up several car auction businesses in the US, building a highly profitable empire which was eventually selling a million cars a year.

Wickins’s long friendship with Denis Thatcher was cemented by golf and lubricated by gins and tonic in the Sunningdale clubhouse. Wickins was part-owner in a waste-disposal business called Attwoods, of which Denis was a Director, while BCA was a sponsor of Mark Thatcher’s short-lived motor racing career. It was Mark who introduced Wickins to Lotus in 1983.

Lotus was famed for financial instability as much as engineering excellence and was in deep trouble at the time. The company was losing money and its recently deceased founder Colin Chapman had been implicated in the DeLorean scandal: Lotus had undertaken a redesign contract for the ill-fated car project, based in N Ireland, from which large sums of money provided by Gov’t grants had disappeared. As a result, the company was besieged by Inland Revenue inspectors, who imposed an £84 million ‘protective assessment’.

Mark Thatcher arranged for Lotus’s Directors to meet Wickins, who took a 29 per cent stake, became Chairman, resisted the taxmen and brought in other investors, including the Bamford family. As demand for exotic cars grew with the 1980s boom Lotus’s fortunes swiftly recovered and in 1986 – again through Mark’s introduction – the business was sold to General Motors. In the meantime, Wickins gave Mark a job as a consultant to BCA’s American subsidiary, declaring that he was sure that Mark would be a great asset.

Favoured regulars attending Wickins’s car auctions were treated to lunch in his lavishly-appointed dining room overlooking the ring at Frimley, where the original field was developed into a multi-million-pound auction complex.

Upon leaving school, David Wickens took articles with the accountants Deloitte & Co, where he was posted to South Africa. There he worked on audits for Rhodesian copper mines and Zambian sawmills until the outbreak of war in 1939, when he enlisted in the South African Navy. After 18 months Wickens returned to England on secondment to the Royal Navy and brother officers Edward du Cann and the future entrepreneur and yachtsman Owen Aisher became lifelong friends.

At the end of the war Wickins was offered a permanent commission in the South African Navy, but he entered ‘business’ instead, in the auction trade and also in the buying, selling and floating of companies. Wickins assisted in the flotation of the Forte family’s catering and restaurant business and was a generous sponsor of sport, both of major events and of individual sportsmen such as the young Nick Faldo and the jockey Bob Champion. When BCA sponsored the Wightman Cup in 1989, the year of Wickins’s retirement, the Thatchers opened the doors of 10 Downing Street for a splendid party.

David Wickins also enjoyed racing International One design yachts and, later, motor cruising. He owned a string of racehorses and in retirement on Majorca he bred Great Danes.

Wickens was a ‘ladies’ man’ and employed ‘pretty girls’ as pilots for his helicopters and aircraft and as chauffeurs for his cars. He was married at least three times and possibly, although his own account varied, six.

When the wider world finally got a glimpse of the sort of man that Denis Thatcher was, many people were entertained to find that he was remarkably like the satirical portrayal of him in the ‘Dear Bill’ letters in ‘Private Eye’, a gin sodden golf club bore, who’s friend Maurice sold goods out of car boots. On one memorable occasion, Denis observed to Bill that ‘I had no idea that those friends of Maurice’s were in the Mafia’. Following the success of the ‘Dear Bill’ letters, in 1981 John Wells embarked upon his ‘Anyone for Denis?’ stage play, the catch phrase being ‘Stop me and buy me one’.

It was Richard Ingrams who wrote the ‘Dear Bill’ letters. I wonder if he based them on David Wickins.

 

As for William Waldegrave, the snooty aristo who did the dirty work of this collection of wide-boys, conmen and gangsters, he is constantly constructed as a being a man with great intellectual gifts. So Waldegrave hasn’t even got the excuse that he was as thick as Thatcher.

During the late 1980s and 90s, a number of people in Somerset who knew what was happening to me in north Wales, like Edward du Cann, inexplicably found themselves in possession of a great deal of money. I explained in my post ‘Upper Class Twit Of The Year – Shooting Themselves’ that some of that money had arrived in the form of a cheque from Coutts. William Waldegrave is someone who is involved with Coutts.

 

The IFBB’s Trustee David Ramsbotham became an honorary Fellow of Corpus Christie College, Cambridge in 2001 and serves on the Advisory Board of the International Centre for Prison Studies at King’s College, London. He is also a Patron of Prisoners Abroad and the Prison Education Trust. Ramsbotham is also Patron of the African Prisons Project and President of PTSD Resolution, providing veterans with treatment for PTSD.

I can’t find any mention of Dafydd on the website of PTSD Resolution, but I’d be surprised if he hasn’t been associated with them at some point. It was Dafydd after all who invented PTSD and who subsequently made a mint from it (see post ‘Feet In Chains’). This is not to suggest that I do not believe that soldiers suffer from severe psychological distress during or after combat, it rather suggests that I believe that they do, but that Dafydd just made it all up as he went along as he usually does and that no soldiers or indeed anyone else benefited from PTSD Dafydd-style.

Ramsbotham is also an ambassador for the charity SkillForce.

David Ramsbotham has written extensively on matters relating to prisons and the military. His 2003 book ‘Prisongate: The Shocking State of Britain’s Prisons and the Need for Visionary Change’ sets out his ‘vision for reform’ of the prison system. 

 

The discourse surrounding prisons and prison reform is remarkably similar to that which surrounds the mental health system. After a few years of involvement at a senior level, the post holder tells the world that the system is dangerous, degrading, damaging, not doing what it should and is in desperate need of ‘reform’. No reform ever happens. What does happen is that the person who has just pronounced then spends the next few years clocking up a whole load of appointments with other organisations in the field, all of whom agree that Something Must Be Done and who promise a new vision.

Meanwhile, another person succeeds the post which has just been vacated, someone else who, like the last incumbent, has the necessary CV involving some sort of career which has involved keeping quiet for decades about state wrongdoing that has been concealed at the highest levels . After seven or eight years, they too will stand down, announce that the system is terrible, write a book and then take a senior role in organisations which promise a new vision, a new line of researching the problem etc etc.

Ronnie Waterhouse went one better than this. After a lifetime of service to a paedophile gang as a corrupt barrister and then a corrupt judge, Ronnie Chaired the monumental cover-up which was the massively expensive public inquiry into the activities of that paedophile ring and subsequently became Patron of the charidee Voices From Care, representing kids in care. One of the Trustees then nicked the funds.

So I was delighted to read in the media this weekend that there is a mental health crisis in the UK, we’re all mentally ill on a scale never seen before…1 in 4… a Cinderella service…caring nurses exhausted…no community services…talking treatments needed…all a matter of funding and resources…

I think that we’ve been here before. I was first subjected to this discourse by a nurse called Ingrid when I sat in the North Wales Hospital, unlawfully imprisoned in Dec 1986. I told Ingrid that this was a thoroughly abusive, corrupt institution staffed by people who did not give a damn about the patients. Ingrid yelled at me that they cared and it was very offensive of me to state that they didn’t. She then walked off in tears. Ingrid wasn’t Dafydd, but she knew what he was doing and when after a very long time and a pitched battle on my part to finally get an investigation held into my complaint – which was Chaired by Dafydd’s mate Robert Bluglass who concealed Dafydd’s crimes anyway (see post ‘Enter Professor Bluglass CBE’) – Ingrid refused to give evidence at the hearing.

Now stop this nonsense, get a team out to the North Wales Hospital Denbigh and excavate the whole site. Bring those bodies up, admit that they were concealed there in the 1970s and 80s, not the 1870s and 80s, identify them and face the world with what has gone on. Then never again consult the BMA, the GMC or the Royal Colleges on any health or social policy matter.

‘We didn’t know.’

Then how did those bodies find their way there? And why were their owners never reported missing? Denis Nilsen murdering young homeless men whom no-one even realised had vanished had nothing on the North Wales Hospital.

 

The first Chief Inspector of Prisons for England and Wales to be appointed was Philip Barry, who only served between 1981-82. Dafydd’s empire was at full strength at this time, although there was all that dreadful publicity about Mary Wynch who had been unlawfully arrested and imprisoned by Dafydd only two years previously and was now taking the first steps on her path to legal action against Dafydd, Clwyd Health Authority and Risley Remand Centre. Other people were suffering as badly as Mary had. The Birmingham Six and many others were languishing in various prisons after having been framed and kids in care and mental health patients, many of whom had also been fitted up, were dying in Risley Remand Centre (see post ‘Include Me Out’).

Curiously enough, the internet seems to have been erased of virtually all details pertaining to Philip Barry, although he also held the role of Chief Inspector for Prisons for Scotland, 1980-86.

Sir James Patrick Ivan Hennessey succeeded Philip Barry and was Chief Inspector of Prisons for England and Wales, 1982 -87. Dafydd’s regime was still so much intact that in 1987 he and his colleagues embarked on a well planned co-ordinated attempt to frame me and have me imprisoned for ‘attempting to stab a doctor’ (see posts ‘Workers’ Play Time’ and ‘Security, Security’). The plan fell apart after Sergeant Morgan at Bangor Police Station and a senior nurse, Jeff Crowther, didn’t tell the required lies. Within two years Sgt Morgan had been found guilty of indecently assaulting a teenaged girl in custody and was sacked. Jeff seemed to know that Sgt Morgan was going to be found guilty before his trial had begun. Shortly before the Waterhouse Inquiry, Jeff’s wife died whilst ‘in the care of’ Ysbyty Gwynedd. A few weeks later Jeff had to go into hiding after an addict threatened to murder him. Jeff left north Wales not long after. Documents in my possession demonstrate that Risley Remand Centre and the Mental Health Act Commission were on board with the plan to frame and imprison me.

 

James Hennessey was educated at Bedford School and then King’s College, Durham (now part of Newcastle University). He joined the Royal Artillary and was later being seconded to the Indian Army, 1944-46. After WWII, Hennessy joined what was then HM Overseas Service, serving initially in South Africa from 1948 in a number of roles. He was seconded in 1961 to the Office of the High Commissioner in Pretoria and took on a number of positions in the Gov’t of South Africa. Hennessey retired from the Overseas Service in 1968 and was appointed to the Foreign Office, serving as Charge d’Affaires to Montevideo, Uruguay, 1971–72 and then High Commissioner to Kampala, Uganda and non-resident Ambassador to Kigali, Rwanda, 1973–76. Hennessey served as Consul-General in Cape Town, 1977-80, before ending his career as the last Governor and Commander-in-Chief of British Honduras (now Belize), 1980–81.

Hennessy’s wiki entry tells us that he was appointed Chief Inspector of Prisons, taking over from Bill Pearce, ‘previously the Chief Inspector of Probation for Inner London whose tenure as HMCIP was cut short by illness’. Bill Pearce is someone else who has been airbrushed out of history, but him being the Chief Inspector of Probation for Inner London at a time when the Probation Service across the UK was colluding with serious crime including the organised abuse of children and vulnerable adults suggests that the Prisons Inspectorate made an interesting choice when they appointed him. The Home Secretary at the time was Willie Whitelaw who was a faithful servant of Dafydd and the paedophiles for decades (see previous posts).

James Hennessey served a five-year term until 1987. After stepping down, Hennessy served on the Parole Board for England and Wales until 1991, joining the paedophiles’ friends sitting on the Parole Board, including the Top Docs who colluded with Dafydd, ie. Colin Berry, David Mawson and others.

Hennesey was a Trustee of the Butler Trust until 1998.The Butler Trust was named after Mr Conservative Party Rab Butler, who influenced criminal justice policy for decades after he retired from politics (see post ‘Rab Butler, High Table And The Founding Fathers’). The Butler Trust was set up in 1985 by Veronica Linklater, former prison governor Rev Peter Timms and David Astor, former editor of ‘The Observer’, to recognise and celebrate outstanding practice by those working with offenders, through an annual award scheme.

Veronica Linklater, Baroness Linklater of Butterstone is a Lib Dem peer. Her interests are in children’s welfare, education and special needs, and prison reform. Linklater is the daughter of Lieutenant-Colonel Archibald Michael Lyle and the Hon. Elizabeth Sinclair, younger daughter of the former Leader of the Liberal Party, 1935-45, Archibald Sinclair, 1st Viscount Thurso.

Veronica’s grandfather Sinclair was a friend of Churchill and served as Churchill’s Personal Military Secretary, 1919-21, when Churchill was Secretary of State for War and then moved with Churchill to the Colonial Office as his Private Secretary. In 1922 Sinclair entered the Commons and supported David Lloyd George. In 1931 the Liberal Party joined the National Gov’t of Ramsay MacDonald and Sinclair was appointed Secretary of State for Scotland. When Churchill formed an all-party Coalition Government in 1940, Sinclair entered the Cabinet as Secretary of State for Air and worked with the RAF in planning the Battle of Britain. He remained a Minister until May 1945 when the Coalition ended. Sinclair lost his seat in the 1945 General Election.

Archibald Sinclair’s grandson, Veronica’s cousin, John Archibald Sinclair, 3rd Viscount Thurso, is also a Lib Dem politician, as well as a Scottish businessman. He occupied his grandfather’s seat in the Commons, 2001-15. John Thurso had entered the Lords when he inherited his father’s title in 1995, but lost his seat in 1999 when the automatic right of hereditary peers to sit in the Lords when abolished. After losing his seat in the Commons, Thurso was back in the Lords in April 2016, after winning a by-election to a vacancy in the Lords following the death of Liberal Party grandee Lord Avebury aka Eric Lubbock, a faithful paedophiles’ friend (see post ‘He Knows Where The Bodies Are Buried’). John Thurso’s father Robin, the 2nd Viscount Thurso was also a Liberal Party politician and sat on the Scottish Liberal Party Executive.

The male Thursos all went to Eton and they’ll all have known about the excesses of Jeremy Thorpe.

Veronica didn’t go to Eton, being female, but she knew about Jeremy Thorpe. As well as Cyril Smith and no doubt all the others. Veronica was educated at Cranborne Chase School in Wiltshire, followed by the Universities of Sussex and London. In 1967 Veronica married the journalist Magnus Linklater. Magnus Linklater pompouses at length in the media and is on record as saying that ‘the social sciences and humanities are automatically inferior explanatory models’ to the sciences. Magnus Linklater was the editor of ‘The Sunday Times’ when in 1983 it made itself a laughing stock by publishing the forged Hitler Diaries. Linklater later blamed it all on Murdoch, claiming that of course he, Magnus, saw straight through the forgeries but Murdoch forced him to publish. Which sounds rather like an inferior explanatory model to me Magnus.

Magnus manages the Scottish estates of Veronica’s family – like Veronica’s male relatives, Magnus went to Eton and he was also Chairman of the Scottish Arts Council, 1996-01. Which neatly spanned the years of the Waterhouse Inquiry, it’s publication and the immediate aftermath when the outrage regarding the blatant cover-up was at its peak. I cannot think how being Chairman of the Scottish Arts Council could be linked to Waterhouse, but I bet it was because of a few of Veronica’s former jobs.

In 1967, Veronica became a Child Care Officer for the London Borough of Tower Hamlets and between 1970–85, she became governor to three Islington Schools. Tower Hamlets sent a lot of kids in care into the arms of John Allen and the paedophile gang in north Wales (see post ‘Tower Hamlets, Paul Boateng And Tessa Jowell’). Many of them were then trafficked back to London and Brighton, where some of them made up the cohort of high profile young men who died of AIDS in the late 1980s (see posts ‘Apocalypse Now’ and ‘The Bodies Buried Beneath Canary Wharf’). The Islington Child Abuse Scandal was in full swing while Veronica was governor of those schools and she will have known about it.

 

Veronica’s good works knew no bounds. From 1971-77, Veronica co-founded the Visitors’ Centre at Pentonville Prison and her continuing interest in this field led to her involvement with the Prison Reform Trust, 1981-82.

Baroness Jean Trumpington served as a visitor at Pentonville Prison. Trumpers was the junior Health Minister who appointed Jimmy Savile to the task force which managed Broadmoor. Trumpers was also mates with Rab Butler, after his political career, in his capacity as Master of Trinity College, Cambridge. See post ’95 Glorious Years’.

Veronica is a Trustee of the Esmee Fairbairn Foundation.

Veronica bagged her peerage in Nov 1997. After Ronnie Waterhouse had spent a few months telling the former residents of the children’s homes in north Wales that they were a bunch of lying gits who were only after compensation.

 

The Rev Peter Timms, who established the Butler Trust with Veronica, is a Methodist Minister and the former Governor of Maidstone Prison and Young Offenders Institute Glen Parva. When he was Governor of Maidstone Prison, Peter Timms opened the first prison wing related to the treatment of sex offenders. Peter Timms would have known George Thomas, the former Speaker of the House, who was probably the most well-known Methodist in the UK for decades and who preached across the country. George Thomas was also a paedophile who serially assaulted underaged boys. See post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’.

Glen Parva is located in Leicestershire, the site of a long standing paedophile ring, which was concealed by politicians, Leicester University, Leicester City Council, the Leicestershire Police, local lawyers and courts, the areas schools and of course the NHS and social services (see previous posts). The Leicester gang had links to Dafydd et al in north Wales and concealed their crimes (see post ‘An Expert From England’)

In 1997, the Chief Inspector of Prisons walked out of an inspection at Glen Parva because conditions were so bad. After a subsequent inspection a year later, the report stated that there was ‘hope for the future’ for the prison but added that a lot of work still needed to be done and recommended that some staff should be moved because of their attitude towards inmates. In July 2002, four inmates from Glen Parva escaped whilst on a camping trip in the Peak District. In its annual report in 2003, the Board of Visitors revealed two serious cases of unrest at Glen Parva. On one occasion, 16 inmates barricaded themselves inside a building. The report blamed an unprecedented rise in the number of inmates at the prison and also the fact that some inmates were bored and unsettled, finding themselves hundreds of miles from home.

In Nov 2004, the Prison Reform Trust condemned Glen Parva for the high amount of time inmates spent in their cells and for the lack of time spent in ‘useful activity’ at the prison. Statistics for 2003-2004 showed that on average inmates spent just 17.3 hours a week in useful activity, and an average of just another seven hours a week out of their cells.

In Feb 2010 the Prisons Independent Monitoring Board (IMB) described conditions at Glen Parva as ‘deplorable’. Their report said ‘water from the prison’s poorly-maintained toilet plumbing system leaked out of the pipes and seeped through the walls,’ causing ‘a horrible smell that fills the corridors and cells on regular occasions’ and that the prison ‘operates within the confines of a sprawling campus of largely shabby buildings which continue to degrade over time, despite the best efforts of the management and staff.’ The Board also warned that the policy of transferring prisoners into Glen Parva from other regions ‘has recently introduced an increasing level of gang rivalry, thereby adding yet another dimension to an already toxic melting pot’.

In Aug 2016, ambulance personnel called to the prison criticised staff for their lack of urgency when faced with a life threatening medical emergency. The Healthcare Centre at Glen Parva has 14 inpatient beds with 24-hour nursing cover. Many health services at the prison are provided by Leicestershire Primary Care Trust. Whose staff have concealed organised abuse and a dangerous mental health service for years.

Towards the end of 2016 it was announced that HMP Glen Parva would close and be replaced with a newly built category C adult prison. It will be completely demolished and redeveloped with a new built prison on the site.

The Rev Peter Timms is or was Chair of the Loudon Trust. The other members of the Loudon Trust are virtually entirely Top Docs working in secure mental health units specialising in ‘treatment’ for sex offenders. Every one of the institutions in which this lot are employed has colluded with organised abuse and the associated crime.

 

Veronica’s and Peter Timms’s mate David Astor built up a reputation as an impeccably liberal editor with integrity and a concern for radical causes. David Astor forgot any such concerns when he was called upon to help handle the family crisis which was the fall out from the Profumo Affair (see post ‘In Memoriam – Bronwen, Lady Astor’).

 

The Chief Inspector of Prisons 1987-95 was judge Sir Stephen Tumim. Tumim was appointed by Dafydd’s mate Douglas Hurd and although Tumim made many outraged noises about the disgusting conditions in England and Wales’s prisons, not a great deal changed. The Risley Remand Centre riots happened on Tumim’s watch and although Tumim was not shy in describing the conditions in Risley as terrible and Michael Mansfield represented some of the rioters, no-one mentioned that the ‘hospital wing’ was full of people from children’s homes in north Wales and mental health patients, who had not been found guilty of any offence (see posts ‘Workers’Play Time’ and ‘Include Me Out’). Risley went off like a bomb in 1989, which was shortly after people in Somerset who knew what was happening to me in north Wales began to find themselves rubbing shoulders with the renegade relatives of leading Tories and their friends and in receipt of a great deal of money themselves (see post ‘Upper Class Twit Of The Year – Shooting Themselves’).

 

Tumim was the son of a barrister and was educated at St Edward’s School, Oxford and Worcester College, Oxford. In 1978 Tumim became a County Court Circuit Judge. Tumim’s contract was not renewed by Home Secretary Michael Howard in 1995 and David Ramsbotham was appointed.

Tumim was knighted soon afterwards, just before the Waterhouse Inquiry. He served on many charitable trusts and was close to numerous paedophiles’ friends who involved themselves in supposedly worthy causes, including some of those directly associated with the cover-up which was Waterhouse (see post ‘The Waterhouse  Tribunal – Who Was Involved And What Happened To Them Subsequently?’).

Tumim was the founding President of UNLOCK, the National Association of Ex-Offenders. Between 1996-98 he was Principal of St Edmund Hall, Oxford, leaving amidst some controversy (he was popular with students, less so with academic colleagues). He was High Steward for Wallingford, 1995-01. Tumim was on the committee and a buyer for the Contemporary Art Society. He was President of the Royal Literary Fund, 1990-03.

  • Dame Anne Elizabeth Owers succeeded David Ramsbotham as Chief Inspector of Prisons and was in post, 2001-10. Blair’s Gov’t was so pleased with Anne Owers that her appointment was renewed in June 2006 and again in March 2008. Anne Owers had also pursued a career which involved keeping quiet about state abuses, which will have been why Home Secretary David Blunkett appointed her. When Home Secretary, Blunkett gave a Citizen’s Award to a woman who lived in a village near Caernarfon who intimidated neighbours with mental health problems, who spoke out in the local press about the problem of mentally ill black criminals and who was related to someone who raped a girl under 7 yrs old, but the rest of the village were intimidated into keeping quiet about that.
  • Owers was educated at  Washington Grammar School, Co Durham and studied history at Girton College, Cambridge. On graduating Owers went to Zambia to teach. Owers took time out to raise a family and also undertook ‘research and voluntary advice and race relations work’. She joined the Joint Council for the Welfare of Immigrants in 1981 as a research and development officer and was appointed its General Secretary in 1985. In June 2008, Owers was appointed Chairman of Christian Aid, succeeding John Gladwin. In 2010 Owers was appointed Chairman of Clinks, a charidee supporting the work of the voluntary and community sector working with offenders and their families and also Chaired a review of prisons in N Ireland, 2010-11. In March 2012 Owers was appointed Chair of the Independent Police Complaints Commission. Prior to this, she was Director of JUSTICE.
  • Owers was appointed as the first National Chair of the Independent Monitoring Boards by in Oct 2017 by Justice Secretary David Lidington. Lidington’s name, in his capacity as a junior official in the Home Office, appeared on Home Office documentation in relation to Lord Peter Taylor’s 1989 interim Report into Hillsborough, a Report which it seems was drafted before the Home Office stated that it was completed and which was not actually signed by Lord Taylor. Douglas Hurd was Home Secretary at the time. When porkies were being told by the Home Office about Peter Taylor’s Report, the Home Office were colluding with the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophile gang (see post ‘Additional Security Measures’).

Owers was also a non-executive Director of the Criminal Cases Review Commission and a member of the advisory group to the Lammy Review of race and criminal justice. Like James Hennessy, Owers  is a Trustee of the Butler Trust.

In 2012 Anne Owers won the Perrie Award. The Perrie Award has been presented annually since 1995 by the Perrie Lectures Committee to the person who has done most to promote an understanding of the work of the Prison Service in England and Wales and pushed forward the development of penal policy. The award and the associated lectures aim to improve the care of offenders and advance penal policy. The organising committee is made up of members from within the penal service (National Offender Management Service, NOMS) and from academia, charities and other fields.

Six years after Dame Anne won the Perrie Award, there has been a stream of scandals emanating from prisons in England and Wales. Prisoners are either out of their heads on spice or are injuring and killing themselves and in recent months it has been admitted that there is a substantial problem with the standard of ‘training’ of prison officers. Conditions at Liverpool Prison were damned as being the worst that the prison has experienced for decades only a few weeks ago and builders contracted by Liverpool Prison were dismissed after they raised Health and Safety concerns. The perennial problem of the prisons being full of people with mental health problems or addictions rather than villains continues.

The outcomes of the NOMS itself remain depressingly poor.

The Perrie award was named in honour of Bill Perrie (1918-1997), regarded as one of the leading prison governors of his time. Because conditions in prisons were just so great when Bill was busy being a leading governor weren’t they. Previous lucky winners of the Perrie Award include Stephen Tumim and David Ramsbotham. Why does that not surprise me? Other winners include Tony Pearson (former Deputy Director, Prison Service); John Staples (former prison governor); Lord Chief Justice Woolf; Colin Allen (Deputy Chief Inspector of Prisons, 1995-02); Sir Martin Narey, former DG of Prison Service for England and Wales and a good friend of the paedophiles (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part V’); Alison Liebling of Cambridge University, who is one member of the network of criminologists who have kept silent about some real horrors discussed in my post ‘Rab Butler, High Table And The Founding Fathers’.

As Young Mr Grace used to say on ‘Are You Being Served’ ‘You’re all doing very well!’

 

Former Christian Aid Chairman John Gladwin was Bishop of Guildford, 1994-04, then of Chelmsford from 2004 until he retired in 2009, whereupon he became Chairman of CAB. John Gladwin would have known about the sex abuse scandals in the Church which have now become very public.

Lucille Hughes has been involved with the senior management of the CAB in Wales for quite some time and has attracted more paedophiles’ friends into the organisation. Ronnie Waterhouse was involved with the establishment of the CAB in the Royal Courts of Justice at The Strand, a CAB which was entirely controlled by a number of people who also doubled up as paedophiles’ friends. When the gang in north Wales took me to the Royal Courts of Justice in 1991 in an attempt to have me imprisoned, I didn’t notice the CAB of which Ronnie boasted and no-one alerted me to its presence either.

Someone who has been involved with Christian Aid in Wales for many years – I think that she was Director of Christian Aid in Wales at one point – was Branwen Niclas. Branwen caused quite a stir when I lived near Bethesda as a result of her Welsh language activism; she had a long involvement with the Welsh Language Society. She very effectively trashed some sort of Gov’t office at Colwyn Bay – I can’t remember which one exactly – for which she was imprisoned. I think that Branwen was at one point the girlfriend of Hywel Williams, the former psychiatric social worker who is now the Plaid MP for Arfon.

Branwen’s family home ie. that of her parents, was near Tal-y-bont, down the bottom of the hill from the village where I lived. I was friendly with some people who knew her father, mathematician and teacher James Nicholas. James Nicholas died in 2013 and Meic Stephens wrote his obituary for the Indie.

James Nicholas, served as Archdruid for the Gorsedd of the Bards, 1981-84 and had won the Chair at the National Eisteddfod of 1969. He ‘lent his support to the law-breaking campaigns of the Welsh Language Society and, further afield, the horrors of apartheid and the plight of the Third World were always prominent on his agenda’.

James Nicholas was influenced by the pacifist poet Waldo Williams (1904-71), with whom he had a close personal friendship. He wrote about Waldo’s mysticism and attraction in later life to Quakerism, delivered a moving funeral address, edited a volume of memorial essays and gave lectures on Williams.

James Nicholas was born in St David’s in Pembrokeshire in 1928. Because as a school boy he spent two years in a sanatorium, he was 20 before he left St David’s Grammar School for the University College of Wales, Aberystwyth, where he took a degree in mathematics. His first teaching post was at Bala.

Nicholas then moved to Dyfed, being appointed Head of Mathematics at Pembroke in 1959 and Headmaster of Ysgol y Preseli at Crymych in 1963.

As well as Branwen, the Nicholas’s had another daughter, Saran, who is a Top Doctor, a haematologist with Hywel Dda University Health Board.

James Nicholas was a staunch member of the Welsh Baptist Union, which he served as President. During his time as Headmaster at Crymych he was awarded a fellowship in the Philosophy Department at the University College, Swansea. From 1975 until his retirement in 1988, Nicholas was a member of HM Inspectorate of Schools and based in Gwynedd.

Meic Stephens tells us that Nicholas ‘proved a pillar of common sense and the utmost integrity while acting as Recorder’ at the National Eisteddfod.

 James Nicholas knew about Dafydd and the paedophiles, of that there is no doubt. He lived his entire life surrounded by them. I do not interpret that as meaning that James was of them or even liked what they were doing, he could well have been horrified yet helpless, but he knew what was happening.
There were trafficking gangs in west Wales and in north Wales, which were linked. Swansea University hosted Dafydd’s mate Saunders Lewis and the succeeding generation who ran that institution were the family of Rhodri Morgan (see posts ‘A Bit More Paleontology’ and ‘Dirty Rotten Scoundrels’). Numerous paedophiles’ friends were enthusiastic about the National Eisteddfod, as was Dafydd. Dafydd addressed the Welsh Baptists Union in 1971 (see post ‘A Serious Moral Collapse’). Owain Gethin Evans was the Assistant Director of Gwynedd Social Services in the 1980s when the gang were busy in the children’s homes in Gwynedd and was a leading light in the Quakers in Gwynedd. Gethin was Lucille Hughes’s henchman and was involved in smearing and excluding Alison Taylor after she blew the whistle on the abuse of children. Dr Paul Nickson, a GP in Bethesda, was another Quaker who colluded with the abuse of children and mental health patients (see post ‘Pets Win Prizes’).
When James Nicholas was employed as a Schools Inspector in Gwynedd, numerous staff in Gwynedd schools and in Gwynedd County Council’s Education Authority were colluding with the abuse of children (see posts ‘Today We Have Naming Of Parts’ and ‘Dulce et Decorum est’).
Branwen will have known something about Dafydd and the gang as well. The Welsh Language Society contained mates of Dafydd – although by no means all members of the Welsh Language Society had time for him – and Meri Huws occupied a leading role in the Welsh Language Society when Branwen was actively campaigning with them. Meri Huws worked as a community social worker with Gwynedd Social Services on the Maesgeirchan estate in Bangor when the kids from Ty’r Felin children’s homes on that estate were being trafficked for sex locally and to Dolphin Square. Branwen may well be one of those who detested Meri – a great many people involved in language activism don’t have a good word to say for Meri and I have never seen any accounts of Branwen and her fellow activist Angharad Tomos being involved in anything with the dreadful Meri – but Branwen will have known what Meri’s time as a social worker involved.
I note that Branwen’s twitter account describes her as a mother of four who lives in Menai Bridge. Branwen’s tweets contain references to all sorts of activism past and present and there are the obligatory tweets pledging undying support for the NHS. Therein lies the clue. Branwen, her Top Doc sister, her dad and everyone else in their network will know that the Top Doctors were integral to the operation of that trafficking gang and are now integral to ensuring that everyone keeps quiet about them. Squealers find themselves denied all NHS care, no matter how many denials of this are made. It happens and everyone knows it. Branwen has four children, I can completely understand why she is not going to risk it.
Well dim problem Branwen, they killed one of my closest friends years ago and they’ve denied me treatment for every one of the three serious conditions that I’ve had. I was left to die and this was made quite clear. A letter from an NHS manager admitting that I was being denied treatment was destroyed by a GP because of the legal bomb which it constituted (see post ‘Rab Butler, High Table And The Founding Fathers’). So I’m happy to write this blog, name everybody involved and detail their crimes and furthermore I’m providing this service free of charge.
Branwen’s father lived just down the road from the corrupt judge Huw Daniel, who spent a lifetime assisting the paedophiles’ friends. Huw’s dad J.E. Daniel was a tutor at the Bala Theological College. J.E. Daniel was an Inspector of Schools in the generation before James Nicholas. J.E. Daniel was also a friend of Saunders Lewis who was a mate of Dafydd’s! Up the hill from Branwen’s dad’s house was the village of Llanllechid, where Ioan Bowen Rees, the Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council lived (see post ‘I Know Nuzzing…’).
James Nicholas, Ioan Bowen Rees and Huw Daniel all occupied a Plas. The rest of us slummed it in the quarrymen’s cottages.

 

Nick Hardwick was Chief Inspector of Prisons, 2010-16. Nick is someone who built his whole career on his knowledge of the crimes of the paedophiles’ friends (see post ‘Yet More Inglorious Bastards’) and was succeeded by Peter Clarke.

When Peter Clarke was appointed, Mark Leech, editor of ‘The Prisons Handbook’, published a highly insulting ‘open letter’ to Peter Clarke, giving Peter Clarke a bollocking for not being Nick Hardwick. Mark Leech seemed very cross that Clarke was not an insider with a track record of keeping quiet about Gov’t failure and wrongdoing, but instead has had a career as a police office. Mr Leech reminded Mr Clarke of the great work of those giants Stephen Tumim and David Ramsbotham…

Peter Clarke was personally invited to apply for the position of Chief Inspector of Prisons by Michael Gove when Gove was Justice Secretary. Gove did insane things when he was Education Secretary, but he was suddenly overcome by a great deal of sense when he became Justice Secretary and Lord Chancellor. He identified which parties were responsible for the nation’s lethal, sclerotic, corrupt Prison Service and Gove did try to effect change. So that must have been why he was removed by Theresa after only one year in the post and was replaced by the drip Liz Truss and then by the former minion in Hurd’s rotten to the core Home Office, David Lidington.

 

I mentioned the Prison Reform Trust (PRT) earlier in this post. The PRT is yet another organisation which has made zero impact since its foundation in 1981 by a ‘small group of prison reform campaigners who were unhappy with the direction in which the Howard League for Penal Reform was heading, concentrating more on community punishments than on traditional prison reform issues’. PRT offers advice and information to prisoners, their families, prison and probation staff, the legal profession, students, academics and interested members of the public. PRT organise an annual lecture, which in 2005 was delivered by Charles Clarke, the Home Secretary. That’ll be the Charles Clarke who was responsible for the Windbag’s office throughout those years when the Windbag desperately wanted to become PM and his only strategy for this was to conceal the mountain of crap in north Wales and beg the staff of the NHS to vote Labour (see post ‘I Warn You…’). The Windbag knew Dafydd’s colleague Tony Francis when they were students in Cardiff. I wonder if Charles Clarke ever bumped into Tony Francis, Dafydd and co were busy making friends all over the place after Brown and I began to uncover the enormity of their crimes.

The Windbag and his wife listening to Ed’s 2013 Party Conference speech:

Neil Kinnock Ed Miliband Gives Keynote Speech at Party Conference

 

The Prison Reform Trust carries out research on all aspects of prison. Recent studies include: prisoners’ views on prison education, the mental health needs of women prisoners, older prisoners, prisoner councils, foreign national prisoners, prisoner votes and a report into how sentences make the decision to imprison offenders.

Founding members included Sir Monty Finniston and dear old Veronica Linklater, who is obviously determined to help those who have gone off the rails.

Monty Finniston was metallurgist who was a graduate of and then a lecturer at the Glasgow University. He spent WWII in the Royal Naval Scientific Service, seconded to the Chalk River Laboratories in Canada, working on the application of nuclear power to submarines.  After the war Finniston was appointed Chief Metallurgist at the Atomic Energy Authority, Harwell, 1948-58.

Finniston initiated and oversaw a wide-ranging research programme into the many metallurgical problems associated with nuclear reactor design. In 1958 Finniston moved to north-east England to become Director of the Nuclear Research Centre newly founded by the Newcastle engineering firm C.A. Parsons. He was Vice-President of the Royal Society, 1971-2 and became Chairman of British Steel Corporation in 1973.

In response to complaints from industry about a shortage of qualified engineers, in 1977 Callaghan’s Gov’t invited Finniston to set up a Committee of Enquiry into British Engineering. In 1979 the Finniston Report was published, which addressed the concerns that engineering was of relatively low status in the UK.

Sir Monty Finniston was Chancellor of Stirling University, 1979-88. He was President of the Association for Project Management, 1984-91. 

There is nothing in Finniston’s biography that indicates why he would be interested in Chairing an organisation dedicated to prison reform. However, as someone who worked in the nuclear industry at Harwell during the 1950s, Finniston would know about Macmillan’s cover-up which followed the Windscale accident, which occurred just after Dafydd had left his job at Windscale to study medicine at Liverpool University. Like Dafydd, Finniston will have known about the corrupt practices of Ernest Marples, one of the Ministers involved and his use of prostitutes. See post ‘Those Who Are Ready To Serve’ for details.

It was in 1980 that Mary Wynch finally escaped the clutches of Dafydd and the gang after being unlawfully arrested, imprisoned and then banged up in the North Wales Hospital Denbigh for a year. Like Alison Taylor and I, Mary was not easily intimidated and in 1980 Dafydd et al will have realised that there was trouble coming their way. So I wonder if someone somewhere thought that a new organisation concerning itself with locking people up, rather than as the Howard League were more interested in, community sentences, might be required in the wake of Mary’s dissent? Whatever would have happened if Mary’s case was used by campaigners to highlight the abuses of the Prison Service?  Monty Finniston might have been willing to help.

Monty was an accommodating man after all. He was a leading light in the nuclear industry which was beset by problems with the potential to cause maximum embarrassment to Gov’ts and he helped out old Callaghan by setting up the Committee of Inquiry as requested. Monty also did Gov’t a few favours when he was Chancellor of Stirling University. Stirling students were fairly politically active and there was a huge row as well as student protests when the journalist Alastair Hetherington was appointed to a Research Chair in 1982 (see post ‘Life In Cold Blood’). Hetherington had no academic background, but he was the sort of appointment that Thatch’s Gov’t were trying to encourage universities to make, that of people with links to Gov’t and industry who excelled at toadying to Important People.

Monty was Chancellor when Jack McConnell, who later became FM of Scotland, was a student at Stirling and then led the Students’ Union there.

 

Stephen Shaw was Director of PRT from 1981-99 and then became the Prisons and Probation Ombudsman for England and Wales, 1999-10. In 2001 Shaw’s remit was extended to taking complaints about National Probation Service and in 2006 was extended again to taking complaints regarding those detained in immigration centres. A whole series of disasters and scandals occurred when Stephen Shaw was Director of the PRT and nothing improved in any of the areas for which he had responsibility.

 

Sir Monty Finniston was succeeded as Chair of the PRT by the former Cabinet Minister, Edmund Dell, the MP for Birkenhead, 1964-79. Dell began life in the Commons as a Labour MP but in 1981 he joined Dr Death in the SDP. In 1988, Dell became a Lib Dem.

Birkenhead was part of the Liverpool branch of Dafydd’s empire (see post ‘These Sharks Are Crap As Well’). The lefties of Liverpool were fully complicit with Dafydd’s crimes, but then so were Dr Death and his Top Doctor mates. Dr Death’s former colleagues at St Thomas’s were mates of Dafydd’s, they weren’t simply keeping quiet because it was politically expedient to do so like Eric Heffer and co.

Edmund Dell was born in London and served in the Royal Artillary in WWII. He was educated at Dame Alice Owen’s School and Queen’s College, Oxford, where he was a member of the Communist Party, as his future ministerial colleague Denis Healey had been before the war.

Dell began work for ICI in Manchester as an overseas sales manager, specialising in Latin American trade and eventually rose to Vice President of the Plastics Division. In 1953 he was elected to Manchester City Council and served for seven years. Dafydd’s mate Professor Kenneth Rawnsley and his network dominated the psychiatric services in Manchester in the late 1950s/first half of the 60s, before Rawnsley relocated to Cardiff and continued to collude with the wrongdoing of the north Wales gang from there (see post ‘The Discovery Of A Whole New Galaxy’).

Dell stood unsuccessfully for Parliament in 1955. He was dissuaded from standing for Parliament in 1959 by ICI on the grounds that it would make promotion to the highest ranks of the company difficult. However, he eventually gave in to the temptation of Parliament and was elected for Birkenhead in 1964. He served as Parliamentary Private Secretary to Jack Diamond, then Parliamentary Secretary for Technology under Tony Benn in 1966 and as a junior Minister under Peter Shore in 1967.

Tony Benn knew about the Westminster Paedophile Ring and the role that Dafydd et al in north Wales were playing in it. I wrote to Tony Benn some years before he died about the abuse of mental health patients in north Wales and he simply wrote back saying ‘sorry mental health is not my areas’. I wrote to him because I had been told that he was interested in disability issues. Tony Benn was rather more interested in Top Doctors. He had very good links with St Thomas’s Hospital and both he and his wife were treated there.

‘Please don’t kill me Top Docs, just take revenge on the service users. I’m useful to you! I can campaign to prevent your failing dangerous units being closed down, I can vote for you to have an even bigger salary and never face charges of corporate manslaughter, you know us in Parliament, we’re so craven that we just do exactly as you order us to…’

I really am mystified as to how politicians on the left such as Tony Benn get away with their deep and meaningful friendships with them all at Tommy’s. Tommy’s has a well-established reputation as being the most elite of the London hospitals, it’s the place where one finds medical students who are actually titled members of the aristocracy but who just fancy dabbling in medicine for a bit. Furthermore it tends to be the Tommy’s consultants who are raking it in at Harley Street.

Peter Shore was someone else who knew about Dafydd et al. Shore was an East End Labour MP and children from his constituency were being packed off to children’s homes in north Wales. They then returned to Shore’s area as teenaged sex workers who were infected with HIV. There were so many of them dying that in the late 1980s, that Shore helped convert the old Mildmay Mission Hospital into a specialist unit for terminally ill AIDS patients (see post ‘Apocalypse Now’).

In 1968 Edmund Dell was promoted to Minister of State for Trade and then moved to Employment. When Harold Wilson returned to No 10 in 1974, Dell became Paymaster General and then Secretary of State for Trade and President of the Board of Trade, 1976-78 under Callaghan.

So Dell would have been a colleague of George Thomas the child molester and Leo Abse, Thomas’s mate who constantly got Thomas out of trouble, often breaking the law to do so (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’). Abse himself was investigated for historical child sex offences. Dell would also have known Greville Janner, Jeremy Thorpe, Cyril Smith and the rest of them…

Dell served as a trustee of both the SDP and the Lib Dems and served as one of the SDP’s three representatives during emergency negotiations with the Liberals in Jan 1988 when it appeared the two parties’ merger might fall through after the failed launch by David Steel and Bob Maclennan of the joint manifesto, ‘Voices and Choices’. So Dell was obviously a trusted pair of safe hands.

After Parliament, Dell had a career in business as Chairman of Guinness Peat, founding Chairman of Channel 4 and as a Director of Shell Trading. In 1991-2 he was President of the London Chamber of Commerce and Industry. Channel 4 was packed with paedophiles’ friends pretending to be daring, but none of whom dared whisper anything about organised abuse, yet alone by politicians (see post ‘What’s Left? The Politics Of Social Justice’).

 

The Chair of the PRT who succeeded Edmund Dell was broadcaster and journalist Jon Snow. Douglas Hurd succeeded Jon Snow as PRT’s fourth Chair in Nov 1997. So Douglas of the corrupt Home Office and Douglas of the Kincora Boys’ Home cover-up when Douglas was N Ireland Secretary was installed as Chair of the PRT just as Ronnie Waterhouse finished taking evidence from the victims of Dafydd and the gang, who were told by Waterhouse and most of the world’s media that they were criminals who could not be believed. Of course they were criminals, the first thing that Dafydd and the gang did in response to any complaints about them was to fit the complainant up for a criminal offence and then tell everyone that they couldn’t be believed because they were criminals. Thank goodness Douglas was in post at the PRT to keep an eye on things.

Douglas was succeeded as Chair in Sept 2001 by Lord Robert Fellowes. Fellowes went to Eton as all the best penal reformers do and then worked as a banker for many years. In 1977 Fellowes was recruited to join the Royal Household as Assistant Private Secretary. He spent the next 20 years in the Lilibet’s Private Secretary’s Office, becoming Deputy Private Secretary to Lilibet in 1986 and Private Secretary in 1990, where he remained until 1999. Robert Fellowes would have been well-acquainted with Dame Mary Morrison, Lady Susan Hussey and Carlo then. As well as Backstairs Billy.

Robert Fellowes was the brother-in-law of Diana, Princess of Wales and is the first cousin of Ronald Ferguson, father of Sarah, Duchess of York. Major Ron entertained the nation when media reports appeared in 1988 featuring Major Ron’s visits to the Wigmore Club. The Wigmore Club was a health club and massage parlour in London staffed by girls who, dressed in starched white ‘medical’ gowns, allegedly offered à la carte sexual services to members.

Dafydd: Could you have got me a job there by any chance? That could have been a high risk strategy, unlike those whom you usually trafficked, I am someone who would have known who Major Ron was.

I heard something even better than that about Major Ron years after the Wigmore Club revelations. I used to work with someone who had spent their youth in the posh bits of London hanging out with posh people but not the sort of posh people who toadied to the Royal Family. This person used to watch the polo matches and was part of the crowd of young people who’s role it was to go onto the field and stamp the turf back down half-way through the match. I was told that Major Ron’s predilection for underaged girls was so well-known that my friend and her mates all sported home made badges saying ‘Major Ron’s Kiddie Sex Club’ to one of the polo matches just to see if anyone challenged them. Not one person dared mention it. Major Ron’s first wife Susan died in a car crash in Argentina in Sept 1998. After the horrific details of the lives of the kids in care in north Wales had been heard at the Waterhouse Inquiry, but before Ronnie published his Report reassuring the world that a paedophile ring had existed in north Wales, but it only involved a few Welsh sheep-shaggers who at most worked as teachers or social workers.

Major Ron was polo manager, initially to Phil the Greek and later, for many years, to Carlo. Major Ron had to resign as Carlo’s polo manager, as well as from his position with the Guards Polo Club after the business at the Wigmore Club. Which seems ridiculous considering that Peter Morrison’s associates were killing witnesses in north Wales.

In 1999 Robert Fellowes left his job at Sodom and Gomorrah in The Mall, bagged a peerage and returned to banking. He became Vice-Chairman, and then Chairman, of Barclays Private Banking. Fellowes is also a Company Director and a Trustee of the Rhodes Trust, the Mandela Rhodes Foundation and the Winston Churchill Memorial Trust. He is also Vice-Chairman of the Commonwealth Institute. Fellowes was Chairman of The Voices Foundation, 2004-12.

Who better to Chair the Prison Reform Trust? Here’s the great radical himself:

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Robert Fellowes is a distant relation of Julian Fellowes, but I don’t expect Robert Fellowes admits that to anyone, although Julian Fellowes will tell as many people as possible.

 

The inquest on Diana Princess of Wales and Dodi was carried out by Thomas Scott Baker. Thomas Scott Baker was a curious choice of coroner because Diana and Dodi’s inquests were the first that he’d ever performed. In 1995, Thomas Scott Baker was the judge who jailed Susan Brooke, a woman from north Wales, for abducting a baby from Ysbyty Glan Clwyd after receiving an ‘assessment’ on her from Dafydd et al after she’d been detained in Bryn Golau Ward in the North Wales Hospital Denbigh. There are so many features of Susan Brooke’s case that are so worrying that I have previously blogged quite extensively about it, ‘So Who’s Path Had Susan Brooke Crossed?’, ‘More On The Susan Brooke Case’ and ‘Update On Cases Of Susan Brooke and Sara Thornton’.

A mate of Dafydd’s with no previous experience performing inquests on Royals who’ve died amidst allegations of foul play might be all in a day’s work for Lord Fellowes, but I find it rather worrying.

 

The Prison Reform Trust’s nemesis, the Howard League for Penal Reform, was founded 1886 and focuses on penal reform in England and Wales. It receives funding from the Legal Services Commission and holds Legal Aid contracts in order to represent and assist young people in custody. There does not seem to be quite so many flaky people involved with the Howard League for Penal Reform as there are with the PRT, but there are a few who are worth a mention.

The Chief Executive is Frances Crook, who joined as Director in 1986. Frances Crook graduated in history from Liverpool University, subsequently qualified as a teacher and worked in secondary schools in Liverpool and London until 1980. She won’t have been able to avoid knowing about some kids being neglected or abused then.

Crook was the campaigns co-coordinator at the British Section of Amnesty International, 1980-85, and served as a Labour Councillor for East Finchley in the London Borough of Barnet, 1982-90.

Crook has been a school governor and Chaired various local community organisations. She was a Governor of the University of Greenwich for 6 years and Chaired the Staff and General Committee, retiring in 2002. Crook served on the Board of the School Food Trust, 2005-08, the non-departmental public body charged with overseeing the implementation of national standards for school food to every school in England and Wales.

In 2009 Crook was appointed an NHS non-executive Director of Barnet Primary Care Trust and in 2010 she was appointed a Senior Visiting Fellow at the LSE.

Lord Alex Carlile QC, was appointed President of the Howard League for Penal Reform in 2006.

Alex Carlile is a barrister who grew up in Ruabon near Wrexham and in Lancashire. At one point he practised from Chambers in Chester when Chester was a hub of corruption among lawyers. Carlile was the Liberal MP who later held paedophiles’ friend Emlyn Hooson’s old seat, Montgomeryshire, 1983-97. Hooson was a big friend of Ronnie Waterhouse. In 1995 Alex Carlile was the last person to dare ask questions in Parliament regarding Mary Wynch’s case. Carlile was given a brief written answer informing him that Mary had been finally shafted by the Home Office the year previously, that no-one was admitting to anything and if Carlile knew what was good for him he’d say no more about it. He didn’t and he picked up his peerage in 1999 (see post ‘The Mary Wynch Case – Details’). Carlile’s domestic life hit the press in Jan 2007 after he left his wife and began a relationship with a much younger barrister, Alison Levitt, leaving his wife distraught. Alison Levitt is Head of Business Crime at the London law firm Mishcon de Reya. Perhaps Dafydd and Robert Bluglass will be seeking her services soon.

Carlile was Chair of the 2006 Inquiry into physical restraint, solitary confinement and forcible strip searching of children in prisons, secure training centres and local council secure children’s homes. On 11 May and 6 June 2011, Lord Carlile held a follow-on Public Inquiry in the House of Lords. He put together an expert panel to advise and to give evidence to the Inquiry. This expert panel who gave both written and oral evidence consisted of Nick Hardwick (Her Majesty’s Chief Inspector of Prisons), Paul Cook (G4S children’s services), Eric Baskind (British Self Defence Governing Body, Liverpool John Moores University), Malcolm Stevens (JusticeCare Solutions), Laura Janes (Howard League for Penal Reform), John Drew (Youth Justice Board for England and Wales), Sue Berelowitz (Office of the Children’s Commissioner) and Carolyne Willow (CRAE).

With the experts that Alex drew together, is it surprising that nothing has changed?

Alex was highly effective at one thing however. He defended Paul Burrell, Diana’s butler, against charges that Burrell had nicked a load of Diana’s frocks, as well as a few other goodies. Things looked bad for Burrell, until someone somewhere found good cause to put Lilibet in the witness box if the trial went ahead, whereby Lilibet immediately realised that she had forgotten that Burrell had been given all the goodies, no question about it. If only Alex could have got such a result for Mary Wynch!

The legal firm whom Diana used to represent her in her divorce was Mishcon de Reya, who employ Alex’s wife Alison Levitt.

Alex was educated at Epsom College and King’s College London. He was called to the Bar by Gray’s Inn in 1970 and Alex is now a bencher at Gray’s Inn. Alex knew Sir William Mars-Jones, who concealed Dafydd’s crimes for years.

 

 

Now I’ve named more big wigs who oversee the activities of the paedophiles’ friends, I’ll finish off this post by identifying a few others who were witnesses to the wrongdoing themselves.

Firstly, Dr Vicky De Hoxa. I don’t know where Vicky is now, but until about 10 years ago she, her husband Robert and their friends ran a Christian healing centre at Bala. Vicky and her husband Robert were both Top Doctors, as was their business partner, I think he was called Peter. There was quite a demand for the services of Vicky and her colleagues, because a lot of people in Gwynedd simply could not get NHS treatment. Vicky heard some real horror stories and I gave her a blow by blow account of what was happening to me. Vicky did not accuse me of lying but she did become obviously very frightened by what she was hearing. She told me that after speaking to me and others, she could only conclude that there was ‘something evil’ at the Hergest Unit. There was, it was the staff. Vicky told me frankly that there were mental health units which were as dangerous as the Hergest Unit and the Gov’t would not close them down because under the provisions of the Mental Health Act, there has to be ‘hospital places’ for sectioned patients. Vicky also admitted that when units become as troubled as the Hergest Unit, good doctors simply won’t work there. Vicky and Robert’s own daughter was a Top Doctor in Leicester.

Vicky and her friends suddenly left north Wales some years ago, not long after they arrived. They didn’t give anyone much warning and a lot of patients were quite bereft. Vicky and her colleagues had invested much money into the Centre and it doubled up as a hotel. They had moved to Bala with the intention of beginning a long term project. There was a rumour going around that Vicky et al had sold the building because the business partners had fallen out with each other. I’d be very surprised if that was true, I saw no signs of friction among them, they took their Christianity seriously and I think they had all known each other for years. I think it very much more likely that Vicky and her friends fled, because they found something evil. The remains of the Westminster Paedophile Ring. I wouldn’t be entirely surprised if they had been threatened. There were witnesses talking to Vicky, including me.

Another person who knows a great deal about the abuse of patients and crime in Ysbyty Gwynedd is Romy Lawson, who used to work at Bangor University. I used to share an office with Romy and I knew that one of her closest friends was a nurse who worked in the A&E Dept at Ysbyty Gwynedd. Romy and her friend, Clare, knew what was happening to me and to other patients. Romy was always very careful what she said in front of me, but one day I was burrowing about in some cupboards and Romy and her friends did not realise that I was there. They were having an intense discussion about the neglect and abuse of mental health patients at the Hergest Unit and how Clare and the other staff in the A&E would call out the mental health staff when suicidal patients turned up in A&E, only to be told by the Hergest staff that they would not treat them. Romy was also discussing how the police were begging the Top Docs to treat suicidal patients, but Top Docs were snapping ‘we will not treat them’. The discussion moved on to how many Hergest patients were killing themselves after being refused treatment. I felt uncomfortable eavesdropping, so I showed myself and said yes, that is what is happening, they are unlawfully refusing to treat anyone who has complained. The room went silent and the conversation was changed to another subject.

I know why. It was because people were dying and Clare and her colleagues were implicated because no-one would blow the whistle. Romy doesn’t work at Bangor any longer. When Brown and me began publishing with regard to what was happening in the mental health services Romy emigrated. Just before Operation Pallial re-opened the investigation into the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal. Romy is now Professor Romy Lawson, Deputy Vice-Chancellor at Murdoch University in Perth, Australia.

If anyone visits Perth and bumps into Romy, how about asking her and her old pal Clare to make a statement about those patients whom they knew were being left to die? Romy might know a lot more as well. For years she worked as a warden in the halls of residence and told me how often she’d had to look after suicidal students because there was no functioning mental health service in Bangor. Romy commented that all she could do was ‘mop up the blood’ while she waited for the student’s parents to come and take them home.

Just one more thought re Romy. She wasn’t Welsh, she was from Manchester. She had grown up with a famous next door neighbour – the Chief Constable of Greater Manchester, the notorious James Anderton (see post ‘Rab Butler, High Table and The Founding Fathers’). Anderton was infamous for having an obsession with gays and prostitutes while his police force had been taken over by serious organised crime. Before Anderton retired, worrying stories appeared about him in the media suggesting that he was, er, mad. Anderton’s supporters robustly denied them, maintaining that these were smears from Anderton’s foes. So I asked Romy what he was like, as she had lived next door to him for years. She rolled around laughing and said ‘he was completely mad’. I asked if she meant that he was extreme in his anti-gay views. She replied that no, he’s mad, everyone knew it, we all kept away from him and he had his whole garden rigged out with special lights to catch evil spirits.

I could understand why Romy as a teenager was so entertained by her mad neighbour who was the highest ranking police officer in Greater Manchester. However, as competent adults in her 30s, she and her friend should not have been colluding with a bunch of maniacs at the Hergest Unit who were known to be leaving seriously ill people to die if they had made a complaint against the hospital.

 

Another rather more unlikely witness. Someone who works at Pentraeth Automotive near Menai Bridge who was a friend of Tony Francis. I don’t know his name, but he is either the owner of the garage or the senior manager. There were complaints about his behaviour towards women and it was Tony Francis who was reassuring everyone that he knew this man – he certainly did, Tony and his wife Sadie always had top of the range cars purchased from Pentraeth Automotive – and that it was the women who were the problem not the man at the garage. Which is what Francis said about me when I complained about Gwynne the lobotomist and Dafydd.

I heard another interesting account of the business practices of Pentraeth Automotive, this time involving ‘the boss’, a man called Ken. When I was working in a truly appalling care home on Anglesey in 2000, I witnessed a care assistant slap an elderly lady, catch the elderly lady’s skin with her fingernails and draw blood. I reported the assault to the care home owners and I was given a written warning for ‘breaching confidentiality’ when I admitted that I’d told another care assistant what happened. I walked out a couple of weeks later when I witnessed yet more abuse of patients. (I have blogged about all of this in a previous post.) Before I witnessed the care assistant assault the old lady, the care assistant told me that she and her husband purchased a car from Ken at Pentraeth Automotive on an HP agreement and within weeks couldn’t afford to pay for it. Ken announced that he would repossess the car. I thought oh well, fair enough, if you haven’t got the dosh. Not so. The slapping care assistant and her husband had an enormous row with Ken, let him know that they had the details of his many illegal practices and thus Ken let them keep the car without paying for it.

Why did the slapping care assistant not have the money for the car? Because her husband was keen on hard core porn which he was having imported at great cost. The slapping care assistant and her porn addicted husband had a teenaged son who was a student on a catering course at Coleg Menai. Because the family’s income was all going on porn, the Coleg Menai student applied for a hardship grant. He bloody well got it as well, I didn’t know any others who did. The slapping care assistant told me that she knew that her son had his head screwed on right because when the hardship grant arrived, he used it to buy some ‘good name trackie bottoms’.

I thought that the whole saga involving this family was hilarious – except for the slapping of a bedridden old lady – and I gave a full account to Brown. Brown told me that he agreed with the slapping care assistant, her son knew what he was doing. We didn’t have good name trackie bottoms, we didn’t have a hardship grant yet we weren’t importing hard core porn from Europe either. Neither did we have a car that we weren’t paying for. We haven’t scarpered to Australia and been given jobs as Deputy VCs either.

After making a merciful escape from the dreadful care home, Bryn Ceirios at Pentraeth, imagine my surprise when some months later I saw a feature in the local paper, placed by Coleg Menai, about their ‘star adult learner’. It was the slapping care assistant, the mum of the young man with good name trackie bottoms and the inhabitant of the house full of grumble vids fresh from Europe. Well Dorothy Griffiths, my real problem with you is that you violently assaulted an elderly lady and then did a deal with two negligent home owners to ensure that you remained in your job while I was the one who received a warning. However, the events involving Ken at Pentraeth Automotive, the European porn, the hardship grant and the good name trackie bottoms were certainly interesting, but what is most interesting of all is how with a track record like that, you managed to persuade Coleg Menai to award you their star learner gong and feature you in the local paper. Oooh let me guess – you had a load of shit on them???

 

The Top Doctors continue to make regular media appearances, firmly in denial regarding their own contribution to the parlous state of the NHS. BBC News Wales has featured Dr Mark Taubert, dispensing his wisdom about the difficulties of predicting how long terminally ill patients have to live. Dr Taubert is a palliative care specialist treating cancer patients, so I can understand that he can’t be precise when patients ask him how long they’ve got left, but it was a real laugh at the Hergest Unit to witness the Top Docs refuse to waste their time treating severely depressed people because they’re only going to kill themselves anyway. Do you know, the Top Docs were right, loads of those patients killed themselves. Years ago I asked Dafydd why there was such a high suicide rate among his patients. He put on a grave voice and told me that four out of ten severely mentally ill people end up killing themselves. Not only did Dafydd get the stats wrong, but he failed to address my point – why were there just so many people killing themselves in north Wales? Not that anyone gave a stuff, because ‘they all kill themselves anyway’.

Dr Mark Taubert isn’t Dafydd, Dr Taubert is a senior lecturer and Clinical Director at Velindre Hospital, which treats cancer patients in Cardiff. Welsh politicians love Velindre, they do like to pop down for a photo opportunity. Rhodri Morgan always managed to make it over to Velindre, as he refused to address the genocide in north Wales.

I found some interesting media coverage regarding Dr Taubert. Dr Taubert knows how to drum up a bit of good publicity for himself. In 2016 Dr Taubert achieved headlines after he wrote to David Bowie, thanking him for being an inspiration (what else??). What had Bowie done that was so inspirational? He’d died. Dr Taubert didn’t write to Bowie before his death, because David Bowie wanted a bit of privacy and no-one knew that he was dying. So Dr Taubert got in on the act and wrote to Bowie after his death. Not that he sent the letter to David Bowie – Dr Taubert uploaded his letter to David Bowie on the BMJ blog, so the world could read what he’d written to Bowie! No-one wrote back to Taubert and said why are you writing letters to dead people on the BMJ blog you publicity seeking tosser, but Duncan Jones – Bowie’s son – and Benedict Cumberbatch did write back to Dr Taubert thanking him on behalf of the dead rock star. This guaranteed full media coverage.

Dr Taubert’s letter to David Bowie observes that Bowie ‘chose’ to die at home and Taubert ponders on his own patients making such choices. Not only has Taubert wisely kept schtum about the multi millionaire Bowie choosing to live in Switzerland and not risk his neck with NHS Wales – Bowie probably heard about the circumstances in which Anne Clwyd’s husband died at the University Hospital in Cardiff – but Taubert fails to mention that most terminally ill patients do not have the choice of dying at home. There is huge pressure on people to die in hospital, where one’s final hours can consist of being dumped naked on a bed with one’s glass of water out of reach. Even if things are not as grim as that, the real biggie for cancer patients is that they can’t get the pain relief that they need if they stay at home and there’s bugger all home support available to nurse the dying. So unlike millionaires in Switzerland, they don’t have ‘choices’.

Mark’s letter to David Bowie waxed lyrical about Bowie’s music and stage personas. It didn’t mention the years that Bowie spent with a serious drug problem, which would have caused him to be refused treatment if he were an NHS patient in Gwynedd. It didn’t mention the bisexual swinging with the sort of young people whom Dafydd and the gang trafficked to London and Brighton and it didn’t mention the incredibly acrimonious divorce between Bowie and his wife Angie, which resulted in Angie threatening to go public about a great many things but being gagged by David and his expensive lawyers.

David Bowie was one of those who played at the Freddie Mercury Tribute Concert on 20 April 1992, following Mercury’s death from AIDS. Like Bowie, Mercury kept his condition very quiet, although there are indications that he had known that he was HIV positive for a long time before he told even close friends.

The proceeds of the Tribute Concert were donated to AIDS research. My post ‘Apocalypse Now’ details the establishment of the first specialist AIDS hospice in the UK, the former Mildmay Mission Hospital in the East End. Most of the young men who died there were rent boys, many who had been trafficked from children’s homes in north Wales. The Top Docs and AIDS researchers knew that. These witnesses to serious crime died surrounded by staff who ensured that no-one ever found out how they had become infected. The Mildmay did have some celebrity patients and I wondered if one of them had been Freddie Mercury, judging from the account that I read.

The dying rent boys at the flagship AIDS ward at UCH/Middlesex Hospital were filmed shaking hands with Diana, with the viewers being told that they had no-one in the world because their families had rejected them for being gay. No, they had been taken away from their families and sent to Dafydd and the paedophiles. Those who did have families who rejected them were rejected because they were sex workers rather than because they were gay. The celebs were not filmed shaking hands with Di. People worked very hard to give them complete privacy.

Most of the stars who played at the Freddie Mercury Tribute Concert knew that many of those with whom they had often had sex were kids in care. They might not have realised the brutality that had been involved in coercing the kids into prostitution, but they did know that they were underage and they did know that they weren’t living at home with families. No-one bothered to enquire further.

 

Lastly, I think it is time that I exposed someone upon whom many patients and relatives in north Wales pinned a lot of hopes but who has let them down very badly. Donna Ockenden. Donna Ockenden conducted the ‘independent investigation’ into the Tawel Fan Scandal at the Betsi. Donna wrote an interim report about Tawel Fan which was hard hitting (see post ‘The Tawel Fan Scandal’) and she then conducted a second investigation, promising to leave no stone unturned and expose just how bad the situation was, if necessary. We all waited with baited breath. Donna produced her final report a few weeks ago. It was damning, but like every other report into care scandals in north Wales, it did not admit just how bad things are in mental health in north Wales. Patients and relatives accused Donna of a luke-warm response or even a cover-up. I presumed that Donna was going to return to do a bit more work in north Wales. No. Donna has gone. So I’ll brief readers as to the evidence that Donna ignored.

After Donna wrote her first report she stated that she wanted to hear from any mental health patients in north Wales who were not happy with the ‘services’. I was one who contacted Donna. I spoke to her on the phone and she reassured me that she had serious concerns about the Betsi and was determined to expose any rot that there was. I e mailed Donna masses of evidence – witness statements, e mail correspondence, insulting letters to me from NHS personnel refusing to investigate the most serious of complaints. I also forwarded evidence relating to another patient in north Wales, with their permission, who had become too ill to do this themselves. They had been imprisoned on the basis of the perjury of Hergest staff and then refused all NHS treatment.

Donna was given documentary evidence of perjury, perverting the course of justice, conspiracy, assault on patients, unlawful imprisonment, destruction of evidence by NHS senior managers and unlawful denial of NHS care. Donna asked me if I would meet her and a surgeon from England who was assisting with the investigation in an hotel in north Wales to discuss what had happened to me and others. Some days later, after I sent yet further evidence of serious crime on the part of the NHS and social services in north Wales, Donna e mailed me and asked if we could postpone the meeting until she’d had a chance to meet with other patients and relatives. I never heard from her again. I subsequently had to leave Wales for my own safety, but Donna had my e mail address. Neither did she or her surgeon colleague contact me again regarding the evidence pertaining to the other patient that I sent her. He ended up going abroad for life-saving treatment because the NHS flatly unlawfully refused to treat him.

So Donna has written her report and she’s gone. She was given documentary evidence of serious organised crime. Donna, you should not have fled, you should have taken it to the police. We tried the police ourselves again and again, but we were just threatened when we did so. You and the surgeon have just buggered off and left patients in north Wales to die.

Donna’s background is in midwifery and senior NHS management. She has also worked in the United Arab Emirates. I recommend that readers visit her website and note her numerous senior and advisory positions. Donna is described as a ‘catalyst for change’. She hasn’t been in north Wales, she got the hell out of there and abandoned the patients to a bunch of gangsters.

 

There’s something nasty in the woodshed in north Wales. It’s so nasty that no-one will go near it.

 

 

The Rakes’ Progress

I have previously discussed how notions of protecting language, culture and identity have been used as a battering ram by the paedophiles’ friends, including against Welsh-born Welsh speakers from Y Fro Gymraeg. In tandem with this, the self-appointed guardians of language, culture and identity have excluded people from polite society who’s credentials are every bit as sound as theirs. I know at least three Welsh-born Welsh speaking high achieving academics who were treated appallingly at Bangor University by the paedophiles’ friends. They eventually gave up and left for institutions where they did not have to fight a civil war on a daily basis. These three people were exactly what the Burmese Generals at Bangor claimed that they wanted: high achieving local people with a commitment to the region. They were ruthlessly frozen out, because the combination of being high achievers but not paedophiles’ friends was too much for the paedophiles’ friends to tolerate. I was always told that bodies like the Welsh Arts Council (later renamed Arts Council for Wales) are dominated by an inner circle who simply exclude anyone who is not acceptable to that inner circle. Some English people living in Wales view this as a ‘Welsh’ phenomenon. It isn’t, nothing beats the nepotism and cronyism of the London medical establishment. However the phenomenon is very easy to map in Wales because Wales is small with fewer people at the top of the pyramid calling the shots.

One body which is widely suspected of doing favours for people on the basis of their pedigree or network rather than their ability is the Welsh Books Council. Interested readers can pop over to the website of the Welsh Books Council to gain more extensive information on the movers and shakers there, but to get a feel of who wields influence, let us look at the two people who have served as Directors/Chief Execs of the Welsh Books Council since its creation.

The first Director of the Welsh Books Council was Alun Creunant Davies, whom we are told by Meic Stephens, his obituarist, ‘played a pioneering role in developing the book trade in Wales’. Davies took up his post, with a staff of one, on St David’s Day 1965 and it is said was ‘never overtly political’, yet ‘drew great strength from his patriotism which, for him, was rooted in the Welsh language and its culture’. I am reminded of the time in 1987 when Bernard Manning appeared on the BBC’s ‘Wogan’ and stated that he was ‘not political’. During the course of the interview Manning stated that ‘a woman’s place is in the home’ three times. Manning’s club act included jokes about lynching black people and chucking fire bombs into the houses of Asians, but even Wogan had the sense not to allow Manning to raise the roof by such means on prime time TV.

Welsh publishing was in a sorry state during the post-war period, with only 234 Welsh-language titles appearing between 1946-51 and fewer than a hundred a year thereafter. There was a small but growing demand for Welsh-language titles and the Ready Report of 1951 concluded that the future of the language depended to a large extent on the availability of books in Welsh. It recommended the creation of a fund for the public subsidy of book production by local and central government. Thanks to the efforts of librarian Alun R. Edwards, the counties of Wales had begun to provide small grants for the printing of Welsh books, mostly fiction and a modicum of payment for their authors.

Alun R. Edwards worked at the National Library of Wales, a bastion of the paedophiles’ friends (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’) when he was young, starting there in 1950. It was probably as a result of his connections there that he was able to raise support and funding for Welsh language books. Alun R. Edwards grew up in mid-Wales and worked in the library service in Ceredigion – the Alun R. Edwards Centre in Aberystwyth Town Library is named after him. Edwards was appointed Dyfed Librarian following the re-organisation of local government – so that was probably in 1974. So Edwards worked with the paedophiles’ friends at the National Library and then popped over to Dyfed, where the local authority was run by Ioan Bowen Rees, who in his incarnation as Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council presided over a paedophile ring in the Council’s children’s homes (see post ‘I Know Nuzzing…’). A linked paedophile ring was in operation in Dyfed.

 Alun Creunant soon transformed the tentative arrangement that Alun R. Edwards was responsible for, by persuading 12 of the 13 county councils (the exception was Monmouthshire) to make more substantial annual grants to the Books Council. This initiative was followed in 1972 by the Welsh Arts Council’s decision to pay for the setting up of four new departments, with responsibility for design, editing, publicity and marketing and by the Welsh Office’s contribution of an annual grant for the subsidy of Welsh book production and some of the concomitant operating costs. The number of Welsh-language titles grew steadily and they were better designed, edited, publicised and marketed than ever before.

I am wholly in favour of the availability of Welsh language books, indeed I own some. However, it is very noticeable that the Welsh language authors who bag prizes for their work and who’s work is promoted by the industry are drawn from a small clique and are usually the offspring or family friends of people who held that position in the previous generation. At first I assumed this was a function of Welsh language writing being a minority interest, so by definition it would be a small circle of people involved who as a result of statistical probability would be associated with each other. However as I began to make friends with increasing numbers of Welsh speakers who had been born and brought up in north Wales, I was told repeatedly that a highly nepotistic system was firmly in place, rather that one based on meritocracy.

Some years ago it was alleged that Celtic scholars in other locations were beginning to view the Welsh scholars at Bangor and Aber as a bit of a joke, being so mediocre yet living in Y Fro Gymraeg. I initially wondered if these accusations were a result of academic rivalry, until a young Welsh academic commented to me that Bangor University was going to find itself severely embarrassed when the results of the RAE were published because the results from Bangor’s School of Welsh would be ‘crap’. I responded by saying that the School of Welsh’s mock RAE had gone very well. I was told ‘yes, because they got their mates to review them. Wait until the real thing.’ Sure enough, when the RAE results were published, the School of Welsh in Bangor was rated terribly, with the exception of one member of staff who is prolific and excellent, but who is not Welsh. Not a word was said about the shameful RAE results and the School of Welsh escaped the sort of aggro that usually accompanies a poor RAE performance in universities these days. Bangor University’s School of Welsh continued to be spoken about as a centre of excellence and the opinions of those within continued to be sought as to who was worthy of funding, prizes or promotion. I know of one high achieving Welsh language academic who’s career was finished after he wrote a critical review of a book published by the Professor of Welsh at Bangor University. Then there was the other outstanding Welsh academic who was bullied out of the School of Welsh and was also the subject of a poisonous whispering campaign.

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

The Welsh Arts Council was until 1994 part of the Arts Council of Great Britain. The Chair, 1972-77, was Eton-educated Lord Patrick Gibson, who served with the intelligence services and later presided over Pearson, his wife’s family’s publishing company. Gibson was Chair of the National Trust and was also involved with the Royal Opera House and Glyndebourne. For full details of Patrick Gibson, who’s family estate was in Sussex, see post ‘Today We Have Naming Of Parts’. So that was who looked fondly upon the Welsh Books Council.

 

By the time that the Welsh Office was helping to fund the Welsh Books Council, the Welsh Office had long since been colonised by the paedophiles’ friends and was concealing the wrongdoing of Dr Dafydd Alun Jones and the paedophile gang. The Secretary of State for Wales, 1970-74, was Peter Thomas QC, under PM Ted Heath. Thomas was the Oxford-educated son of a solicitor from Llanwrst who worked as a barrister on the corrupt Chester and Wales Circuit. Like Sir Ronald Waterhouse, Peter Thomas was a member of Middle Temple. Thomas was Deputy Chairman of Cheshire Quarter Sessions, 1966-70 and of Denbighshire Quarter Sessions, 1968-70. So Thomas will have decided the fate of more than a view victims of the paedophile gang and he will have continued to do so in his capacity as a Crown Court Recorder, 1974-88. Thomas also sat as an arbitrator on the Court of Arbitration of the International Chamber of Commerce in Paris. Peter Thomas was President of the Conservative Friends of Israel.

Thomas was bilingual and took an active part in the Gorsedd of the Bards, attending Eisteddfodau. He married Tessa Dean, the daughter of actor and film and theatrical producer Basil Dean and his wife, Lady Mercy Greville. Which is indeed exactly what Greville received throughout his long life, thanks to the efforts of the paedophiles’ friends with links to Dafydd and the gang in Wales:

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Peter Thomas was Tory MP for Conwy, 1951-66 and then for Hendon South, 1970-87. So he was the Tory MP for a wealthy English constituency on the outskirts of London when he gave a few crumbs from the table to the Welsh Books Council. Thomas succeeded Sir Hugh Vere Huntly Duff Munro-Lucas-Tooth, 1st Baronet, who had held Hendon South from 1920.

Peter Thomas was Chairman of the Tory Party, 1970-72. It was in 1973, while Peter Thomas was Secretary of State for Wales, that Matt Arnold and Peter Howarth relocated from Axwell Park Approved School in Gateshead to take up posts at Bryn Estyn, thus expanding the paedophile gang that was already operating in north Wales. Matt Arnold was appointed Head of Bryn Estyn after the previous Head, Peter Burton, had been killed in a car crash in Cheshire in March 1973, along with his wife and seven year old son. The Deputy Head of Bryn Estyn was also killed in the crash.

Peter Thomas picked up his peerage from Thatcher in 1987 – the year of the first major cover-up of the activities of Dafydd and the paedophile gang, which involved the squashing of Alison Taylor, Mary Wynch and me.

On 18th Nov 1987 at approx 19-30 pm a fire broke out in King’s Cross-St Pancras tube station which killed 31 people. I was due to be passing through that station at the time of the fire on that day but I had been delayed so I missed it. After I began this blog, I was told that the King’s Cross fire was an attempt to kill me. At first I definitely didn’t believe it. Then I thought that it was highly unlikely, but subsequently more and more information came my way suggesting that I and my friends were indeed in far greater danger from a bunch of gangsters than we ever knew. MI5 knew that we were being targeted, as did the police. None of us were warned, for reasons of ‘national security’ and the need for public confidence in the medical profession and criminal justice system to be upheld.

 

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During Peter Thomas’s time as Secretary of State, there was a period of violent activism by Welsh language activists, including bombings and a campaign by Cymdeithas yr Iaith Gymraeg to remove English road signs. In 1970 Dafydd Iwan, later the leader of Gwynedd County Council, was imprisoned for his refusal to pay fines for defacing English language road signs. Dafydd Iwan’s contribution to the world of folk songs includes a tribute song to Dr Dafydd Alun Jones, as well as ‘Carlo’, a satirical ditty about Prince Charles. Carlo was the Chancellor of UCNW when Dafydd Alun Jones and the traffickers ran that institution.
Gwynedd County Council managed the children’s homes where, for decades, children were abused and trafficked. In 1988 Alison Taylor wrote to Carlo and told him that children in care in Gwynedd were being abused. Carlo’s office wrote back and told her that Carlo could not get involved.
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After Baron Thomas of Gwydir of Llanrwst in the County of Gwynedd gave the Welsh Books Council a bit of loose change that he found down the back of the sofa, the Books Council expanded rapidly. It moving from its offices in a building leased from the Farmers’ Union of Wales to more spacious accommodation at Castell Brychan, a former Roman Catholic seminary which stands on Constitution Hill at Aberystwyth. At the same time the Books Centre, a wholesale distributing warehouse on the industrial estate at Llanbadarn, on the outskirts of Aberystwyth – which was wholly Alun Creunant’s idea – began providing the publishers, booksellers, teachers, librarians and book-buying public of Wales with a fast delivery service.

Creunant Davies was ‘determined to implement policies and procedures that would ensure a greater degree of professionalism in what had for long been almost a cottage industry. In this he used his diplomatic skills to persuade those on whom the fortunes of the Books Council depended’.

‘He’s going to tell, he’s going to tell…’

More dosh please Welsh Office and Arts Council.

The Director of the Books Council who succeeded Alun Creunant Davies was Gwerfyl Pierce Jones. Gwerfyl Pierce Jones was born in Holyhead in 1949 and went to Holyhead High School. The Windbag’s wife, the Baroness of Holyhead, also came from Holyhead and went to Holyhead High School – the Baroness was born in 1944. The Baroness’s parents were friends with Lord Cledwyn, aka Cledwyn Hughes, who was Secretary of State for Wales, 1966-68 (see post ‘The Cradle Of Filth’). Cledwyn’s junior in the Welsh Office was child molester George Thomas (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’), who served as Secretary of State for Wales between Lord Cledwyn and Peter Thomas.

Gwerfyl studied at UCNW (Bangor University) and after graduation worked as a lecturer in the Welsh Dept at St David’s University College of Wales (later the University of Wales Lampeter and now University of Wales Trinity St David). Scores of paedophiles’ friends in Wales went to Lampeter, but someone who, in 1981, joined Dr Death in the SDP and regularly got herself wheeled out on ‘Question Time’ did as well – Sue Slipman.

Slipman had been a member of the Communist Party of Great Britain before she fell into the arms of Dr Death. Sue is the same age as Gwerfyl and they will have known each other, Lampeter being a very small college in a very small town. Slipman was President of the NUS, 1977-78. She later joined NUPE, a union which represented many of those managing and working in children’s homes where abuse of the kids was rampant. NUPE however refused to represent Alison Taylor when Gwynedd County Council sacked her, although she was a paid up member. Both Alun Michael (see post ‘The Paedophiles’ Friends Of Cardiff North’) and Jeremy Corbyn did what they were told by NUPE – Jeremy worked for them before he became an MP.

Slipman served on the executive committee of the Communist Party before joining the SDP as a founder member. Supported by Dr Death, Slipman stood unsuccessfully for the SDP in working-class constituencies in 1983 and in 1987.

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In the late 1970s Slipman served as an executive member of the NCCL when it was affiliated with PIE. Between 1986-95, Slipman was Director of the National Council for One Parent Families – many of whose fellow travellers could also be described as paedophiles’ friends – which she rallied in support of the Conservative Govt’s catastrophic Child Support Agency. The first Director of the CSA was Ros Hepplewhite, who was appointed after her stint as the Chief Exec of MIND, whilst MIND was colluding with and concealing the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles (see post ‘MIND Are Out For Mental Health – Never For Themselves Of Course’). Slipman subsequently held a number of other public roles and in 2005 she became a Director of the Foundation Trust Network, working with foundation hospitals within the NHS. Such as Mid-Staffs. Slipman is, or was, a non-executive Director of King’s College Hospital.

 

Slipman’s former fellow Lampeter student Gwerfyl has also held posts in arts administration with the Welsh Arts Council and Academi. She was the Director and CEO of the Welsh Books Council, 1987-09. Gwerfyl has sat on many boards and committees, including the British Council (Wales Committee), National Library of Wales and the Welsh Language Board. Meri Huws, a former Gwynedd County Council community social worker for the council estate in Bangor on which the Ty’r Felin children’s home was located – where children were abused and trafficked, including to Dolphin Square (see post ‘Are You Local?’) – was Chair of the Welsh Language Board, 2004-12. Meri had previously been Chair of Cymdeithas yr Iaith and is now the Welsh Language Commissioner.

Gwerfyl Pierce Jones is Chairman of the James Pantyfedwen Trust and Chair of its examining committee; Chair of Theatr Genedlaethol Cymru; and became a Fellow of the University of Wales Lampeter in 2008. Meri Huws worked at Bangor University for years and the institution breathed a sigh of relief when she left for a job as a senior manager at Trinity St David’s in approx 2010.

Gwerfyl is currently Pro-Chancellor of Aberystwyth University – her term runs until til 31 Dec 2019. She sits on the University Council and for the year 2016-17, sat on the following committees: finance and strategy; professional development, staffing and equality; redundancy (she was Chair); nominations; standing panel for student appeals.

 

The James Pantyfedwyn Trust is a charidee which financially supports church renovation, postgraduate students and the National Eisteddfodau. The Trust provides a home for numerous paedophiles’ friends and those who do what they are told by the paedophiles’ friends.

The Chair of the Executive Committee of the James Pantyfedwyn Trust is Prof Derec Llwyd Morgan, the former VC of Aberystwyth University (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’). Other Trustees include the most Rev John Davies, the Archbishop of Wales; Melda Grantham, the General Secretary of the Welsh Dept of Unitarian Churches; Richard Morris Jones, Chair of the Council of the National Eisteddfod; the Rev Judith Morris, the General Secretary of the Baptist Union of Wales; the Rev Meirion Morris, the General Secretary of the Presbytarian Church of Wales; the Rev Geraint Tudor, the General Secretary of Undeb yr Annibynwyr Cymraeg; Prof Jane Aaron; the Rev Dr R. Alun Evans, Minister and former Head of the BBC in Bangor (until 1996) and former President of the National Eisteddfod Court; Alun Charles, retired schools inspector and author; Dr Rhidian Griffiths, formerly of the National Library of Wales; Geraint R. Jones, former Chief Executive, Gwynedd County Council; David Gwynder Lewis, Chairman of Hunters and Frankau Group Ltd and Vice-Chairman of Hambros; Enid Lewis, finance manager, Cancer Research Wales; Wyn Penri Jones, formerly credit and commercial banking manager; Ken Richards, senior lecturer, Aberystwyth University; Roy Frederick Sharp, formerly Secretary Accountant of Alexanders Discount plc; Dr Eryn White, Reader in the Dept of History and Welsh History, Aberystwyth University.

 

Geraint R. Jones was Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council whilst the Council employed social workers who grossly abused mental health clients and were the colleagues of those who had run the paedophile gang. Nothing has improved re Gwynedd County Council. An article in the ‘Daily Post’ in  2014 announced the appointment of Dilwyn Williams as Chief Exec of Gwynedd, to succeed Harry Thomas. Williams had been promoted to the position of Chief Exec from his previous role as Corporate Director.

Dilwyn Williams was born in St Asaph, went to Ysgol Glan Clwyd and then to UCNW, where he did a degree in education. Williams later trained as an accountant. He has worked in local gov’t in Gwynedd since 1979. He was the Committee Clerk for the former Gwynedd County Council in Caernarfon (there was a reorganisation in 1996 after the first investigations into the abuse of children); then Williams worked in Dwyfor District Council’s Treasury Dept; in 1996 he became Head of Accountancy in Gwynedd County Council; then the Strategic Director for Resources; then the Council’s Corporate Director.

So Dilwyn Williams had been an insider throughout the paedophile years and the serial cover-ups and scandals. When he was appointed Chief Exec, Dilwyn remarked that ‘Gwynedd has a national reputation as a top performing council’ and that ‘Gwynedd was recently praised by the Auditor General for Wales for its strong financial leadership and effective planning for the future’.

Gwynedd was a completely dysfunctional Council with barely any ‘services’ up and running. Some years previously, an external inspection of Gwynedd Social Services damned them, stating that things were so dire that the Social Services did not understand the policies that it was supposed to be implementing and was not capable of improvement. What does a Council do in such a situation? Obvious. It gives the Director of Social Services responsible for the mess – one Gwenan Carrington – a job managing the community services for the paedophiles’ friends of Anglesey County Council, it refuses to investigate even the most serious of complaints, it sacks whistleblowers and tells everyone that it is ‘excellent’.

So who was the Auditor General for Wales who highly recommended the assortment of crooks and paedophiles’ friends that run Gwynedd County Council? It was Huw Vaughan Thomas.

Huw Vaughan Thomas was Chief Executive of Gwynedd County Council, 1991-96, whilst the paedophile gang operated within its children’s homes. Dilwyn Williams had spent happy years working in Gwynedd County Council while Huw was the CEO. In spite of running a Council whose entire children’s dept had been taken over by a paedophile gang, Huw has clocked up scores of public appointments since he stepped down as Chief Exec of Gwynedd. Not that his career leading local authorities came to an end – after the 1996 local gov’t reorganisation, Huw was appointed Chief Executive of Denbighshire County Council, where he remained for six years. Denbighshire was one of the County Councils which replaced Clwyd County Council – which disappeared in the local gov’t reorganisation days after the Jillings Report into the abuse of children in the care of Clwyd County Council was submitted (see post ‘It’s A Piece Of Cake…’).

In the 1980s Huw Vaughan Thomas worked for the Department of Employment. In 1986 he was the Department of Employment’s Director for Wales. Prior to that, in 1984 Vaughan Thomas had been the Dept of Employment’s Regional Director for the South West of England. Before being appointed to that post, Huw Vaughan Thomas had  already held a number of appointments in the Dept of Employment.

Tom King, the MP for Bridgwater, was Secretary of State for Employment, 16 Oct 1983 – 2 Sept 1985. Peter Morrison was Minister of State in the Dept of Employment, 13 June 1983 – 2 Sept 1985. Morrison was molesting kids in care in north Wales, Cheshire and in other locations.

Furthermore Tom King, my grandpa not only viewed you as an unprincipled vacuous career politician, but he always maintained that your fellow Tory MP for Taunton Edward Du Cann was a crook and that was years before Du Cann was done for tax evasion and subsequently bankrupted. My grandpa used to take the piss out of the Freemasons as well, but I always presumed that they’d lost their influence decades ago. Clearly not.

Here’s the ghost of Somerset past, rattling its chains in the direction of the old crooks who are still alive:

 

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Here’s a stack of sausage rolls. The Bridgwater Tories always provided them at the buffets for Tom and Jane King, but poor old Jane was so mortified at the idea of a buffet provided by plebs that she famously confined herself to one sausage roll all evening.

 

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If people in the constituency had known the contempt that Tom King and the rest of Thatcher’s Cabinet had for them, that would not have been a safe Tory seat. What about the Somerset builder who was a bit of a rough diamond then Lord King, who raised all that money for the Tories and did building work for the Party free of charge but was then frozen out because he was ‘uncouth’. Which he was, but Peter Morrison was molesting children and he was invited to Chequers.

 

Huw Vaughan Thomas was Private Secretary to the Parliamentary Under-Secretary of State for Employment at some point in the early to mid-1980s. I am wondering if the PUSS concerned was Peter Bottomley, who occupied that role, 1984-86.

 

Huw Vaughan Thomas, Peter Bottomley and Tom King all worked with Peter Morrison when Morrison was molesting children.  Edwina Currie and Rod Richards have since admitted that Morrison’s activities were widely known and extensively gossiped about in the Tory Party, that Thatcher was warned about his conduct but she ignored the warnings.

My post ‘The Turn Of The Screw’ describes how people known to me in Somerset, one of whom personally knew Tom King, received huge quantities of money from persons unknown during the early and mid-1990s in return for asking no questions about what was happening to me in north Wales.

 

Peter Bottomley’s wife Virginia was Health Secretary, 1992-95. It was Virginia who presided over the chaos in north Wales as no preparations were made for the care of mental health patients outside of hospitals, despite the proposed move to community care with the closure of long-stay hospitals. But then the North Wales Hospital Denbigh didn’t close down in the summer of 1995, although everyone was told that it did. Parts of it remained open, including Gwynfryn, the ‘mother and baby unit’. Virginia oversaw Dafydd building up a huge practice in which he flogged drugs to addicts, as well as running his PTSD scam, which paved the way for his ‘retirement’ in the summer of 1995. As part of the deal, Dafydd was told that if he ‘retired’, none of the very serious complaints about him would be followed up and he would be given the remit for providing ‘substance abuse services’ for north Wales. See post ‘The Evolution Of A Drugs Baron’ and ‘Feet In Chains’. Dafydd’s practice extended much further than north Wales, he was involved with criminality in Europe.

Virginia Bottomley is a former psychiatric social worker and her daughter is a Top Doctor. Like his wife, Peter Bottomley has found himself at the centre of the paedophiles’ friends activities throughout most of his career. He has been involved with MIND, NACRO, Christian Aid, the Monday Club, the Children’s Society, the Church of England and has held positions in the Dept of Employment, the DHSS and the N Ireland Office. Bottomley has been involved in mental health campaigning and with community initiatives in Lambeth. For further details of the interests and activities of the Bottomley family, see post ‘The Defence Of The Realm’.

Peter, if you and Ginny were working undercover to log the serious wrongdoing in these various bodies which were all facilitating the abuse of vulnerable people and the associated serious crime, I am not impressed. You did not stop what was going on and I and my friends have been intimidated and harassed for more than 30 years. Some of us were killed, one emigrated after an attempt to murder him and I am in hiding. Why did the security services ever bother to employ either of you? You really were crap.

Now, which one of the worthless specimens is going to cough regarding where the money came from to pay people to keep quiet about the gangsters who came after my friends and I? I note that David Hunt, a man who did so many favours for Dafydd and the paedophiles for so many years (see post ‘The Paedophiles’ Friends Of Cardiff North’), was the Secretary of State for Wales when someone opened the coffers.

 

Huw Vaughan Thomas’s wife Enid Rowlands is or was a Director of the North Wales Health Authority. Enid also holds or has held positions with BUPA and the Solicitors’ Regulation Authority. Huw and Enid’s son worked and might still work as an Auditor in his dad’s Dept. For details of the numerous public roles that Huw has occupied, see post ‘I Know Nuzzing…’. Details of Enid’s shenanigans, including those that resulted in Enid becoming embroiled in the public scandal which was ELWA, involving the waste of millions of pounds of public funds and conflicts of interest, see post ‘Dirty Rotten Scoundrels’.

 

The paedophile gang hosted by Gwynedd County Council for so many years had links to the gang in west Wales and to a gang in south Wales. The gang in south Wales included Welsh language drama teacher and producer of Welsh language children’s programmes for S4C, John Owen, who abused scores of children at Ysgol Gyfun Rhydfelin in Pontypridd and at drama and music events (see post ‘Yet More Inglorious Bastards’). Owen killed himself in Oct 2001 just before he was due to stand trial for a series of sexual assaults on children. John Owen completed in Bachelor of Education degree at Trinity College Carmarthen in 1974. Trinity College merged with St David’s Lampeter to form the University of Trinity Saint David’s in 2010.

Numerous serious complaints had been made about John Owen over a period of twenty years, but Mid-Glamorgan Education Authority and the WJEC had failed to take any action. Ron Davies had worked as an educational adviser for Mid-Glamorgan Education Authority while complaints about Owen were suppressed. In June 1983 Ron Davies was elected as the Labour MP for Caerphilly. Ron was about to be sworn in as Wales’s First Secretary (First Minister) upon the creation of the National Assembly when in Oct 1998 he was caught with his trousers down – or indeed off – on Clapham Common with a male prostitute called Boogie. It was admitted that many knew about Ron’s foibles (see post ‘Cottaging At Castle Gate’). Huw Vaughan Thomas and the Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council who preceded him, Ioan Bowen Rees, were both advisers to Ron and the civil servants in the Welsh Office regarding the creation of the National Assembly.

Lest anyone still thinks that I’m on the Grassy Knoll, Huw Vaughan Thomas was appointed Auditor General for Wales after the previous Auditor General for Wales, Jeremy Colman, was imprisoned for the possession of child porn (see post ‘The Reality Is, There Is No Problem’).

 

My post ‘They Think It’s All Over – It Is Now’ provided information regarding Gwynedd County Council’s dire track record on failing to protect children from sexually abusive staff in Gwynedd schools. The problems continue. In 2016, brothers Robyn and Dyfan Wheldon-Williams were suspended from their jobs as teachers after their arrests in 2015 for possessing and making indecent images of children. Robyn taught at Ysgol Syr Hugh Owen in Caernarfon and Dyfan taught at Ysgol y Moelwyn in Blaenau Ffestiniog. Robyn had been a co-presenter on S4C children’s science programme ATOM and worked for the National Eisteddfod and Bangor University. The brothers were convicted and from what I remember at least one of them was imprisoned.

Although it is true that people with worrying intentions can sometimes end up working with children in spite of the best screening procedures, in Wales it is happening again and again and again. But that is the inevitable consequence if people who have facilitated the biggest and most savage sex trafficking ring in UK history are systematically promoted to the most senior positions and whistleblowers are hounded out, even after the security services recorded and filmed what was going on. What did anybody expect was going to happen when Meri bloody Huws was promoted to senior roles in public life?

Dilwyn Williams and Meri Huws are both on salaries in excess of £100k. Wales has some of the lowest average salaries in the UK. I think that at the moment, the average salary in north Wales is still below £18k. That’s for people who are actually in full time work, which a great many people aren’t.

 

The motto of Gwerfyl’s alma mater at Lampeter was ‘The Word Of God Is The Best Teacher’.

 

Regular readers of this blog will know how much I challenge allegations that this mess is the sole preserve of ‘the Welsh’. It isn’t. To once again demonstrate this point, I’ll name a few more accessories, some of whom do have Welsh connections, but who don’t identify as Welsh and who have certainly never claimed to be defenders of language and nation.

Previous posts eg. ‘Reports Of Death Were Greatly Exaggerated’ and ‘Apocalypse Now’ detailed the skulduggery that surrounded me when I worked for the Cancer Research Campaign at Surrey University in 1988-89, at a time when the President of the BMA, Dr John Marks – who was the brother of my boss at Surrey, Prof Vincent Marks – was in full battle with the Health Secretary Ken Clarke. Those involved in the skulduggery were linked to a major research fraud which was exposed in 1990 and resulted in the death (presumed to be suicide) of Prof Tim McElwain. Dr Peter Mcguire, a former colleague of Dr Tony Francis, one of those facilitating the paedophile gang in north Wales, was part of the team which committed the fraud.

Although I worked in the Dept of Biochemistry at Surrey, I and my colleagues often attended sessions and seminars given by academics at Surrey from other Depts. One such person with whom we had doings was Professor Lewis Elton, father of the comedian Ben Elton.

 

Lewis Elton was a Jew, born in Tubingen to an academic family and moved with them to Prague in 1929 and from there to England in Feb 1939, to escape the Nazis. He naturalised as a British subject and changed his name by deed poll in June 1947. Elton was educated at Rydal School in Colwyn Bay and thereafter at Christ’s College, Cambridge, the Regent Street Poly, London and UCL. Elton received his PhD from UCL in 1950.

Elton was Professor of Physics at Battersea College of Technology, 1964-70. As the College completed its transformation into the University of Surrey (and its relocation from Battersea to Guildford) in 1970 Elton became Professor of Higher Education, a post he held until 1988. The reason that Lord Alf Robens, the then Chair of the National Coal Board, gave for not visiting Aberfan in the immediate aftermath of the Aberfan disaster in Oct 1966 was that he was instead going to attend a ceremony at the University of Surrey, where he would be formally become Chancellor (see post ‘Include Me Out’). Lewis Elton was probably at that ceremony.

In 1994 – the year following the end of the North Wales Police investigation into child abuse in the region which concluded that there was no evidence of a paedophile ring – Elton was appointed Professor of Higher Education at UCL, where he founded the Higher Education Research and Development Unit (now the Centre for the Advancement of Learning and Teaching). Elton was appointed Visiting Professor of Higher Education at Manchester University in Aug 2005. Sir Martin Harris was VC of Manchester University, 1992-04. Harris came from Wrexham and knew about Dafydd and the gang in north Wales.

Lewis Elton is a Fellow of the American Institute of Physics and a Fellow of the Society for Research into Higher Education. He was awarded a Lifetime Achievement award at the 2005 THES Awards, at which Baroness Helena Kennedy said ‘there is a polymath quality to this man that points to someone interested in educating the whole person’.

 

St Helena has worked extensively with Prof Nigel Eastman of St George’s Hospital Medical School, who colluded with Dafydd and the paedophile gang of north Wales (see post ‘Eve Was Framed – As Were A Lot Of Other People’). Helena worked in Tooks Court Chambers with Michael Mansfield. In 1993 I wrote to Mansfield about what was happening to me at the hands of Gwynedd Social Services, at the height of the publicity regarding a possible ‘VIP’ paedophile ring in north Wales. I received a one line reply. Mansfield lived in Wandsworth, just down the road from St George’s, where many St George’s staff lived. The Director of Education for Wandsworth, Donald Naismith, was a paedophile (see post ‘Another Episode Of Friends’) and Wandsworth Social Services were facilitating a sex trafficking gang in south London and in 1991, at least, were directly in contact and colluding with Dafydd, Tony Francis and Lucille Hughes (see post ‘Some Very Eminent Psychiatrists From London…’).

 

The Lewis Elton Gallery at Guildford hosts regular exhibitions of paintings, photographs and sculpture. The Lewis and Mary Elton Art Collection is comprised of a donation of a collection of paintings and objets d’art which was made to Surrey University, including works by Picasso, Chagall, Klee and Cocteau. The gift was marked by an exhibition at The Lightbox Gallery, Woking, in Jan 2012.

Lewis Elton’s brother is the historian Sir Geoffrey Elton. Geoffrey also went to Rydal School and also worked there as assistant master in maths, history and German in the 1940s. It has been revealed that boys at Rydal were sexually abused by a small number of teachers for many years. Pupils who attended the school in the 1960s, 70s and 80s have spoken about this.

Geoffrey Elton served with the British Army Intelligence Corps, 1943-46 and studied history at UCL. Elton taught at the University of Glasgow and then Clare College, Cambridge where he was Regius Professor of Modern History, 1983-88. Pupils of his included John Guy, Diarmaid McCulloch, Susan Brigden and David Starkey. Elton was publication secretary of the British Academy, 1981-90 and served as President of the Royal Historical Society, 1972-76.

Geoffrey Elton was an admirer of Margaret Thatcher and Winston Churchill and a fierce critic of Marxist historians, who, he argued, were presenting seriously flawed interpretations of the past. Elton’s wiki states that he ‘had no use for those who seek history to make myths, to create laws to explain the past, or to produce theories such as Marxism’.

In the 1970s and 80s, the Welsh Labour historians argued that the Welsh middle classes had been responsible for a great deal of oppression of working people themselves, but rewrote their role in history by using the agencies of the Nonconformist Church and the press, constructing themselves as defenders of language and nationality.

 

 

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Lewis Elton’s son Ben was born at UCH. Ben’s mum was an English teacher from Cheshire. The paedophile ring facilitated by Dafydd operated in north Wales/Cheshire and Shropshire. All these regions had a problem with the abuse of children stretching back decades, certainly as long ago as the 1950s. Ben is a third cousin of singer Olivia Newton-John. Elton’s mother was raised in the Church of England. At least one former Bishop of Chester has been identified as a child molester. Ben Elton grew up in Catford, south London, before moving with his family to Guildford in 1968.

Ben studied at Stillness Junior School and Godalming Grammar School, South Warwickshire College in Stratford-upon-Avon and Manchester University, where he studied drama. Dafydd’s mate Dr Bob Hobson relocated to Manchester University in 1974. Tony Francis worked at Manchester University in the mid-late 1970s, before he moved to north Wales. Ben Elton studied at Manchester at about that time. The generation of drama students at Manchester prior to Elton’s definitely colluded with the sexual exploitation of under-aged people.

Elton established a writing partnership with Richard Curtis, which produced, among other things, the ‘Blackadder series’, 1983-89. Elton and Curtis continued to work together on ‘Mr Bean’, 1990-95. They kept themselves busy throughout the years of fruitless investigations into the paedophile ring in north Wales/Cheshire, as the death toll of kids in care and psych patients in north Wales mounted.

Richard Curtis’s father was an executive for Unilever. It was Unilever who in 1992 provided the funding to Prof Fergus Lowe upon which Fungus built his empire at the School of Psychology. Numerous psychologists at Bangor University colluded with or were colleagues of the sex trafficking ring. Dafydd presided over the Dept of Psychology until the late 1980s, when Fungus overthrew him. The paedophiles and their friends were not removed or stopped, Fungus simply used his knowledge of their activities to bag dosh and wield power. It was how he landed all that money from Unilever.

For a short while in the 1970s Curtis lived in Warrington, Cheshire. Where there was organised abuse of children. Warrington was the location of Risley Remand Centre, where Dafydd’s victims were imprisoned – often after being fitted up – and where many were found dead (see post ‘Include Me Out’).

Curtis founded Comic Relief and Red Nose Day, which were robustly promoted by staff at Surrey University. Comic Relief has in the past featured a few of those celebs who no-one now admits to knowing because of their involvement with sex offending.

In 1994 Richard Curtis wrote the sitcom ‘The Vicar Of Dibley’ for Dawn French. Dawn French was born in Holyhead and went to Holyhead High School. Dawn French’s dad was in the RAF and was stationed at RAF Valley on Anglesey. Dr Malcolm Alison, one of those who was involved with the wrongdoing at Hammersmith Hospital/RPMS whom I knew in 1986-87, lived for a while at Valley. Malcolm Alison’s father was in the RAF and was stationed at Valley. French’s dad suffered with severe depression for years and sadly committed suicide in 1977. I don’t know if he was still living on Anglesey at the time, but even if he had by then moved on, the mental health services in north Wales obviously weren’t there for him.

Dawn French supports the Labour Party and married charidee worker Mark Bignell after she and Lenny Henry were divorced. Dawn and Mark live in Fowey, Cornwall, in a mansion with 40 rooms overlooking Readymoney Cove. She is Chancellor of Falmouth University.

Dawn: Dafydd and the gang were a bunch of murdering child abusers. You specialising in a brand of Wimmin’s Comedy pivoting around chocolate and lady vicars does not make up for your spinelessness in providing associates of that gang with good PR, just when people could no longer stomach the number of dead bodies of Empowered Service Users who were turning up and began demanding a public inquiry.

 

Curtis also organised the ‘Make Poverty History’ Live 8 concerts with Bob Geldof in 2005. Geldof’s wife Paula Yates had by then died of an overdose, despite being in the care of the expensive Top Docs at The Priory. A number of the Top Docs at St George’s who colluded with Dafydd et al ended up working at The Priory.

Paula was born in Colwyn Bay, lived in Llandudno and then in the village of Rowen. She went to school at Penrhos College – the girls’ school located next to Rydal School – and Ysgol Aberconwy. Lord Wyn Roberts who spent decades concealing the wrongdoing of Dafydd and the gang (see post ‘The Cradle Of Filth’) lived in Rowen.

Paula Yates was known for being rather mouthy and aggressive and died in Sept 2000, seven months after the Waterhouse Report was published. When young she had been a groupie and a ‘Penthouse’ model. If anyone was at all concerned that Paula might name a few high profile people who never had anything to do with the paedophile ring in north Wales which Sir Ronnie Waterhouse managed to admit did exist but which only consisted of a few sheep-shagging social workers and teachers, they didn’t need to worry once Paula was found dead. Paula’s boyfriend Michael Hutchence had been found hanging dead in Nov 1997. Which was after former kids in care had given evidence to the Waterhouse Inquiry of the most serious abuse in children’s homes in north Wales. They were called liars by Ronnie and the Inquiry lawyers and by much of the UK media. Paula was convinced that Hutchence had not killed himself, as the inquest concluded. She was denounced as irrational. It was after Hutchence’s death that Paula became seriously distressed and ended up in the hands of the Top Docs.

Paula’s inquest concluded that she had died from an accidental heroin overdose. Her friends have always disputed this. The coroner who held Paula’s inquest was Dr Paul Knapman, who trained at St George’s and has been wheeled out to conduct the inquests of many cases of dead celebs and others that could cause embarrassment, including that of Sandra Rivett, Lord Lucan’s nanny. When I worked in medical research I was told frankly that Knapman was corrupt. See previous posts for info on the numerous worrying cases with which Knapman has been involved.

 

Some two years after Paula’s death, the paedophile’s friends in north Wales attempted to fit me up for a serious crime, for which they were telling everyone that I would be imprisoned for seven years. The case collapsed after numerous Angels/NHS staff perjured themselves (see post ‘Interesting Happenings In The Legal System’). The man who spearheaded the witch hunt was Alun Davies, who was the then manager of the mental health services in Gwynedd. Davies is not from north Wales, he is from the Rhondda. He is not Welsh speaking and thus has a slightly different profile to most paedophiles’ friends in north Wales. Davies began his career as the most lowly of pen pushers in the NHS years ago and in private he is very offensive about people from north Wales. Neither did he like living in north Wales, he thinks that its too far away from France where he likes to visit.

Dafydd had dealings with Top Docs in France, John Allen owned a villa there to which kids in care from Bryn Alyn were taken ‘for holidays’ and Elfed Roberts, the corrupt senior police officer who was appointed as Chair of the NW Wales NHS Trust after he left the North Wales Police under a cloud, used to holiday at the Chateua de Cop Choux near the Loire Valley, with his Top Cop mates.

Davies seems to have arrived at Gwynedd Health Authority in the early 1980s. So why would a thick, corrupt man from the Rhondda who did not like people from north Wales and who didn’t want to live in north Wales, relocate to the endemically corrupt Gwynedd Health Authority, at a time when employees of Gwynedd Health Authority were facilitating a huge trafficking ring, which had links with and was being concealed by Top Docs and politicians in south Wales? Who had good reason to conceal it, because George Thomas, Thatcher’s friend and the Labour MP from the Rhondda, was abusing children (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’). Thomas was Speaker of the House, 1976-83 and was then given a peerage.

Scream if you want to go faster BMA! There are more blog posts to come. You’d better organise a ‘Save Our NHS From The Cuts’ march through London on a weekly basis.

 

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What rational person would become involved with serious organised crime to protect a man who dressed up like that?

 

None of the north Wales perjurers were ever investigated. Gwynedd Social Services and the DES then attempted to have me struck off the teaching register on the grounds that I was mad and a danger to children. A junior Minister in Blair’s Gov’t cleared my name. He was subsequently named in the media as having ‘allowed paedophiles to return to teaching’. Some five years later, the wife of one of his close friends – who had also challenged Dafydd and the paedophiles – developed a brain tumour. She died after the Walton Centre found that there was nothing that they could do about that brain tumour. The Walton Centre was run and staffed by associates of Dafydd.

The man who cleared me – as well as a number of other wrongly accused teachers – was about the only member of Blair’s Gov’t who was not given a peerage. Blair was said ‘not to trust him’.

Some two years ago I discovered that days after the court case against me fell apart, my PNC record had been unlawfully amended and a forged certificate of indictment was found in the possession of Chester Court, stating that I had pleaded guilty to ‘violent disorder’. I have never been charged with violent disorder. I contacted the legal services division of the North Wales Police about this nearly two years ago now but I have heard nothing.

It was some months after the court case collapsed that John McTernan’s brother-in-law stole my computer.

 

Here’s a Pretty Straight Kind Of Guy, but I don’t trust him:

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This Pretty Straight Kind Of Guy and his wife Cherie – a QC and judge – are friends with Michael Beloff QC, who’s dad Lord Max Beloff was friends with Ioan Bowen Rees, the former Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council. Bowen Rees was Chief Exec throughout many of the years of child abuse and serious organised crime. Before Bowen Rees was Chief Exec of Gwynedd, he was County Secretary for Dyfed County Council, while a paedophile ring operated in the region.

Cherie was Chancellor of Liverpool John Moores University, 1999-07. My post ‘Little Shop Of Horrors’ details the activities of paedophiles’ friend, the former Angel Dr Dee Gray and her request that I should write a media article making fallacious allegations against the VC of Bangor University, who was at the time under attack from the paedophiles’ friends. Dee grew up in Liverpool, trained as an Angel in Liverpool and later did a law degree at Liverpool Poly, which evolved into Liverpool John Moores University.

 

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On 20 July 1990, Michael Carr, the MP for Bootle who had fought Militant, died at Walton Hospital after being refused appropriate care and turned away following a heart attack. Carr’s family fought for a prosecution, but files travelled back and forth between the DPP and other people, yet no charges resulted (see post ‘News From Sicily’). Walton Hospital was known to be run by Militant. Michael Carr had been MP for just 57 days.

Derek Hatton was the high profile Militant supporting Deputy Leader of Liverpool City Council in the 1980s. The Leader of the Council, 1983-86 was John Hamilton who received far less media coverage than Degsy. John Hamilton’s wiki entry describes him as ‘much respected’ and it was asserted by many than Degsy was the power behind the throne and that John Hamilton was a figurehead. Hamilton was a school teacher, a Quaker, a magistrate and a ‘lifelong bachelor’. In Jan 2000 Hamilton was nearly killed in a house fire. The Waterhouse Report was published the following month, so no doubt as he lay there in agony from serious burns, Hamilton would not have felt in the least bit inclined to dispute Ronnie Waterhouse’s assertion that there were no high profile people from outside of the region involved in the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal. Even if other Quakers had urged him to speak out should he knew differently, such as the Quaker Gethin Evans who was a senior manager of Gwynedd County Council’s children’s homes when kids in those homes were abused and trafficked, or Quaker Dr Paul Nickson, the Bethesda GP who colluded with the abuse of children and mental health patients. Paul Nickson eventually left Bethesda and joined a practice in Liverpool. I got to know Paul Nickson because Dr D.G.E. Wood recommended him to me as a GP when I moved to Bethesda. At the time I had no idea that Wood was facilitating a trafficking ring and was colluding with people unknown to me to cause me serious harm. I didn’t realise that Paul Nickson was colluding with serious crime for a long while either, I just thought that he was a bit flaky and overwhelmed by the thugs who ran the mental health services.

Nickson’s colleagues in Bethesda surgery were widely regarded as being hopeless, but in the 1990s a much more competent GP called Dr Oliver worked with them for a while. Patients often requested Dr Oliver because he was perceived to be so much better. Dr Oliver left for a new life in Australia either just before, or during, the Waterhouse Inquiry.

Among his many responsibilities, John Hamilton was Chairman of the Governors at Liverpool Poly, which later became John Moores University. For further details regarding John Hamilton, see post ‘I Warn You…’.

 

Tony Francis’s acquaintance from their student days in Cardiff, the Windbag, made much of fighting Militant and confronted Degsy at the Labour Party Conference in Oct 1985. Degsy just yelled abuse at him. Over the following years I don’t remember the Windbag commenting upon the unfortunate death of Michael Carr or on John Hamilton going up in flames. As far as I can work out Windbag, it all ended up in the ‘grotesque chaos’ of an aspiring Labour PM colluding with a gang of child molesters who killed witnesses because he thought that supporting the NHS was a vote winner.

 

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In April 2014 St Geldof’s daughter Peaches was found dead from a heroin overdose.

 

Richard Curtis’s former girlfriend is Anne, now Baroness, Jenkin, who is married to Bernard Jenkin. Bernard Jenkin’s father was Patrick Jenkin, who was Thatcher’s Secretary of State for Social Services, 1979-81, when his Dept was concealing the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophile gang.

Curtis’s 2009 film ‘ The Boat That Rocked’ starred Rhys Ifans from north Wales. Rhys Ifans is a mate of Gruff Rhys, the son of Ioan Bowen Rees, the former Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council. As the investigations into child abuse in north Wales began, Ioan’s son became an international rock star (see post ‘The International Language of Screaming’). Rhys Ifans began his career at Theatr Clwyd, the paedophiles’ friends folly (see post ‘Workers’ Play Time’). Rhys and Gruff are networked into the crowd of Welsh rock stars which included Huw Bunford, who was a teacher at Ysgol Gyfun Rhydfelin, where John Owen abused pupils.

Curtis wrote Roald Dahl’s ‘Esio Trot’, a BBC television adaptation of Roald Dahl’s classic children’s novel. The film starred Judi Dench and was broadcast by the BBC on 1 Jan 2015. Judi Dench is the Patron of the elite choir, the St James’s Singers, of which Professor Robert Bluglass and his wife Kerry are leading lights. Bluglass is a mate of Dafydd’s who concealed and colluded with the trafficking gang in north Wales in 1989 as well as on other occasions (see post ‘Enter Professor Robert Bluglass OBE’).

Curtis’s forthcoming film is currently underway. It is being directed by Danny Boyle – who went to UCNW (Bangor University) in the 1970s, when Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends ran the institution.

 

Richard Curtis is married to Emma Freud, daughter of the former Liberal MP, Clement. Clement Freud was not so long ago exposed as a sex offender who’s victims included children. Freud will have known about Jeremy Thorpe and Cyril Smith’s crimes.

In 2012, Curtis was one of the British cultural icons selected by the artist Sir Peter Blake to appear in a new version of his well-known piece of art work – the cover of ‘The Beatles’ Sgt Pepper’s Lovely Hearts Club Band. This new version was created for a special birthday celebration of Blake’s life at Wayne Hemingway’s Vintage festival at Boughton House, Northamptonshire in July 2012. When Hemingway ran ‘Red Or Dead’, one of those involved in the business was the son of Prof Geoffrey Chamberlain of St George’s Hospital Medical School and later of Swansea University, who concealed a paedophile ring in south London and the crimes of Dafydd et al in north Wales (see post ‘Now Then…’). The special birthday celebration of Blake’s life was held shortly after Operation Pallial was launched.

 

In 1989 Curtis’s writing partner Ben Elton won a Royal Television Society writers’ award. My post ‘The Turn Of The Screw’ describes the intimidation and harassment to which two of my friends who worked in the media were subjected after they witnessed what was happening to me in north Wales and wanted to make a film about it. My friends worked for the Royal Television Society and the BBC and were forced out of their jobs in 1991.

In 1991 Ben Elton wrote the play ‘Silly Cow’ for Dawn French. It was about in 1991 that one of Dafydd’s female relatives screamed ‘Oh sod off you silly cow’ at me. I now know that the exchange – if one of Dafydd’s family hurling abuse at one constitutes an exchange – was recorded by the security services. Another relative of Dafydd’s had told me a few days before that Dafydd had ‘told them all about me’ and that they enjoyed shouting insults at and taking the piss out of Dafydd’s patients. That conversation was recorded by the security services as well. But then so were the most serious abuses of kids in care and patients.

We are now being told that Operation Pallial is investigating the historical abuse of children in north Wales. Perhaps whoever is leading that investigation just ought to ask MI5 to hand over the hours and hours of recordings which were made years ago and which clearly showed what was going on and who was doing it. I can only presume that this hasn’t happened because the response from the world will be ‘you lot watched this going on and did not stop it?’

What did you do MI5, have a chat with the Royal Colleges, the BMA and the GMC over dinner in the Athenauem and suggest that perhaps in ooh five years time, perhaps ‘self-regulation of the profession’ should be perhaps reviewed, to be followed over the next few years by perhaps endless discussions regarding how the tiny number of ‘rogue doctors’ should be identified? Meanwhile the bodies piled up in north Wales and people tried to kill us. Oh well, at least we had a laugh when we took the piss out of Dafydd, it wasn’t much, but it seems to be more than anyone else did.

 

Prior to 1987, Ben Elton was involved with Red Wedge, the Labour Party supporting group of entertainers who campaigned to get the Windbag elected as PM. That was the Windbag who knew Tony Francis, who concealed the abuses of Dafydd, Francis and the associated gang as well as the sex offences committed by George Thomas and who’s wife came from Holyhead and who when still a girl, personally knew Lord Cledwyn – who concealed the crimes of Dafydd et al (see post ‘The Cradle Of Filth’).

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In 2006 ‘The Times’ published an article entitled ‘A Lethal Bully That Must Be Tackled’, about Glenys’s good works. It’s OK, Murdoch, you’ve not published a word about the First Family of Troughing colluding with a gang of child molesters, so I’ve written about it on this blog. I haven’t even had to deal with an enormous industrial dispute which was only won with the assistance of Thatch’s trade union legislation.

 

Ben Elton was very much the comedian of the 1980s and 90s, but a newer face whom I have found to be of interest is Sacha Baron Cohen. Baron Cohen was born in Hammersmith, west London. His mother, Daniella Naomi, was born in Israel. His father, Gerald Baron Cohen (1932–2016), a clothing store owner, was born in London and raised in Wales. Baron Cohen was raised Jewish. He is fluent in Hebrew as well as his native English. Baron Cohen’s father’s family were Ashkenazi Jews who moved to Pontypridd, Wales and London and his mother’s family are German Jews. His paternal grandfather, Morris Cohen, had added ‘Baron’ to his surname.

There is a long-standing Jewish community in south Wales and sadly in the latter half of the twentieth century, some of them were concealing the crimes of Dafydd and the gang and related gangs. They included Leo Abse, Dannie Abse and Professor Sir William Asscher. Greville Janner’s father Barnett Janner was a south Wales lawyer until he relocated to Leicester. I don’t for one moment believe that Jewish people are any more likely to be associated with sexual abuse and crime than any other cohort; the phenomenon will be that of unscrupulous people using every network available to them to keep themselves out of trouble. There were many members of Thatcher’s Gov’t who were Jewish, indeed this was the subject of much overt anti-semitic comment relating to ‘Jewish bankers’ at the time. No doubt their influence and connections were also sought by those we know and love.

For example, Leon Brittan, Home Secretary, 1983-85 and later someone who held many leading roles in the European Commission, most definitely concealed the abuse of children and was the centre of allegations that he abused young people himself. Leon Brittan was born in London, the son of Rebecca and his father Joseph Brittan was a Top Doctor. Brittan’s parents were Lithuanian Jews who had migrated to Britain before WWI. Brittan was educated at The Haberdashers’ Aske’s Boys’ School and Trinity College, Cambridge, where he was President of the Cambridge Union Society and Chairman of the Cambridge University Conservative Association. Sir Samuel Brittan, the economics journalist, was his brother. The former Conservative MP Malcolm Rifkind and the music producer Mark Ronson, were cousins.

The above paragraph alone tells us much about how networks can be used.

 

Sacha Baron Cohen was educated at The Haberdashers’ Aske’s Boys’ School. Vanessa Feltz, who is also Jewish, went to The Haberdashers’ Aske’s Girls’ School. My post ‘Dates For Your Diary’ described how Feltz achieved sudden stardom in 1994, just when Dafydd et al in north Wales were sending up distress flares. Feltz was married to a surgeon, Michael Kurer, who when Feltz shot to fame overnight, had recently worked with a Top Doc who for years had been a leading light at St George’s Hospital Medical School. In the PR hype which surrounded Feltz, there was as much attention paid to her Nice Young Doctor husband as there was to her. The Nice Young Doctor left Feltz some years later after discovering the Joy of Sex with one of his junior doctors. I suspect that many of those involved in the propelling of Vanessa to stardom also discovered the joy of cheques, as ‘Private Eye’ once alleged of Tony Blair.

 

There was of course another Nice Young Doctor from a previous era who was personally known to some of the Top Docs in north Wales, who believed that his bedside manner would convince the nation that he was fit to be PM and who, when he did work as a Nice Young Doctor, was the research registrar for William Sargant, one of the maddest Top Docs of the 20th century who conducted reckless experiments upon his patients, some of whom died as a result. Why this was never spoken about in political circles I don’t know, because it was no secret in medicine.

 

 

Baron Cohen went to Christ’s College, Cambridge, graduating in 1993 – the year that the North Wales Police closed their investigation into child abuse in the region. Sacha Baron Cohen achieved fame in his incarnation as Ali G and caused much entertainment, particularly as a result of him being crude when meeting unsuspecting people, some of whom obviously didn’t know the meaning of the Viz-like phrases which Ali G was using in conversation with them. Then there was Bruno, a male model who some people found just a bit worrying. The next character developed by Baron Cohen was Borat.

Borat was a Muslim from Kazakhstan, who preyed on women sexually, was violently anti-semitic, drank stewed mare’s milk and sung a song called ‘Throw The Jew Down The Well’. Borat caused deep offence among cohorts who actually knew anything about Kazakhstan and a major diplomatic spat between Kazakhstan and the UK arose because of Baron Cohen’s harmless fun. I knew a British academic who was at the time one of the very few who was working with Kazakhstan. He was very tolerant by nature but he told me that in his view, Baron Cohen was an intelligent man who knew precisely how many diplomatic problems his characterisation of Borat would cause, but had shamelessly created the persona to appeal to a certain part of the Jewish community in the US. Having taken the time to read about Borat and the marketing of Borat, I suspect that academic was correct.

At the height of Borat’s popularity in the UK, a student from Kazakhstan was registered for a PhD at Bangor University, in the School of Healthcare Sciences, a School famed for the racism of the Angels who worked within. The School of Healthcare Sciences gratefully accepted the considerable fees that this student paid but virtually ignored her, except for to enquire where she was from. When she told them, the standard response was for the Angels to squeal ‘Ooh Borat’ and begin talking about stewed mare’s milk or chucking Jewish people down wells. I met this student after she’d been in Bangor for about three months. She asked me who a man called Borat was, because she couldn’t understand why the staff of the School of Healthcare Sciences were so insulting about people from Kazakhstan and constantly made references to a Mr Borat, of whom she had never heard.

 

Sacha Baron-Cohen has a cousin, Simon. Simon is a clinical psychologist who has links to the School of Psychology at Bangor University. At the very time when the Angels employed as tutors in the School of Healthcare Sciences – one of that School’s ‘areas of expertise’ is cultural competence and the delivery of healthcare across different nations and cultures – were screaming with laughter at a student whom they believed lived on mare’s milk and nothing else, Simon arrived at the School of Psychology by invitation to give seminars.

 

Sacha Baron Cohen has raised money for Comic Relief. On 28 Dec 2015, Baron Cohen and his wife Isla Fisher donated £335,000 to ‘Save the Children’ as part of a programme to vaccinate children in Northern Syria against measles and the same amount to the ‘International Rescue Committee’, also aimed at helping Syrian refugees.

The Syrian refugees are still having a terrible time. The person who is killing them trained and worked as a Top Doctor between 1992 and 1994 in the Western Eye Hospital, London (managed by Imperial College Healthcare Trust).

‘Ooh I feel so much better just for talking to you doctor.’

‘Now don’t worry dear, we’ll look after you.’

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Readers who took an interest in my posts regarding the serious wrongdoing that was prevailing at St George’s Hospital Medical School in the 1980s and 90s, including on the part of my former boss Malcolm Pearce and the Head of Dept Prof Geoffrey Chamberlain, will have noticed that it was in 1994 that Bashir al-Assad was recalled to Syria from London, after his brother was killed in a car accident. The Top Docs – and of course the UK Gov’t – will have known that al-Assad would be the next President of Syria and they’ll have predicted that he won’t have much time for human rights issues once he was in office. It was in 1994 that Chamberlain and Pearce committed the research fraud which if it hadn’t have blown up in their face because they were caught, would have made them world famous. And in an ideal position to gun down a former research assistant of theirs if she ever tried to publish anything about the wrongdoing at St George’s or the wrongdoing of Dafydd et al (see post ‘They Are MYRIAD, They Are Legion’). Or indeed the wrongdoing at Hammersmith Hospital, where she had completed her MSc – the Hammersmith which became part of Imperial College.

The Top Docs in London didn’t trust me because I had these terrible habits of making friends with the lower orders as well as with overseas staff and students. Including Top Docs from the Middle East. Of which there were a great many at Hammersmith, who were being treated very badly.

 

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The President of the International Rescue Committee is David Miliband, who’s dad Ralph was friends with some of those who knew about the organised abuse of vulnerable people in north Wales (see post ‘The Village’) and David Miliband’s Uncle Harry was a Top Doctor who’s colleagues colluded with Dafydd. Uncle Harry might even have known Bashir al-Assad. He’d certainly have known people who did.

Well David, you’re not getting very far with your efforts re Syria are you? Did Hillary Clinton or someone think that you might, what with your hotline to Uncle Harry et al?

 

Paedophiles’ friends in high places: when your hands are drenched in blood and someone has found out all about it, it’s time to leave public life. Even if that someone is only one woman with a laptop, a good memory and 10,000 incriminating documents.

 

Simon Baron-Cohen is Professor of Developmental Psychopathology at Cambridge University. He is the Director of the University’s Autism Research Centre. In 1985 Baron-Cohen formulated the mindblindness theory of autism. In 1997, he formulated the feotal sex steroid theory of autism. Baron-Cohen has also made major contributions to the fields of typical cognitive sex differences, autism prevalence and screening, autism genetics, autism neuroimaging, autism and technical ability, and synaesthesia.

Baron-Cohen completed a BA at New College, Oxford and an M Phil in Clinical Psychology at the Institute of Psychiatry, where many of those who facilitated the sex trafficking gang in north Wales passed through. Staff at the Institute of Psychiatry spent years concealing Dafydd and the gang. Baron-Cohen completed a PhD at UCL; his doctoral research was in collaboration with his supervisor Uta Frith. Uta Frith was a colleague of those who concealed the crimes of Dafydd et al; she was at the Institute of Psychiatry at the same time as some of the gang in north Wales. Uta Frith has worked with Sarah-Jayne Blakemore, who has collaborated with Professor Mark Williams on Mindfulness research (see post ‘They Are MYRIAD, They Are Legion’). Mark Williams’s Mindfulness work is the result of a research fraud which he carried out when he worked at Bangor with Dafydd et al (see post ‘The Biggest Expert Of The Lot’).

Simon Baron-Cohen married Bridget Lindley, a family rights lawyer, in 1987. Lindley was the Family Right’s Group’s Principal Legal Adviser and Chief Executive. She was a member of the expert group advising the GMC on their revised child protection guidance Protecting Children and Young People: the responsibilities of doctors (2012). I do not know the stance that Lindley took on child protection, but she had worked in the field since 1983. She will have known about the widespread sexual exploitation of children in care and how the mental health system colludes with this. Lindley will have known about the gang in north Wales and I bet she knew about Dafydd and the roles played by Bangor University and of course the Big Boys at the Maudsley, at UCL, at St George’s and many other places. She will have known about Jimmy Savile and will have known that Trumpers, the former Mayor of Cambridge, was the Minister responsible for appointing Savile to the management of Broadmoor (see post ’95 Glorious Years!’).

What’s the betting that Bridget Lindley had many conversations with Simon Baron-Cohen about these matters?

Bridget died suddenly and unexpectedly in 2016. I can find no references to the cause of death.

 

Simon Baron-Cohen has three children, the eldest of whom is screenwriter and director Sam Baron. Baron-Cohen’s surname includes a hyphen – which is not the case with other members of his family – because of a typographical error in his first professional article; he never had the error corrected.

 

Baron-Cohen’s work has been soundly critiqued on the basis of its ‘neurosexism’. It is certainly difficult to read Baron-Cohen’s work without wondering whether he has based his ideas of gender on the content of women’s magazines.
Baron-Cohen serves as Vice-President of the National Autistic Society (UK) and was the 2012 Chairman of the National Institute for Health and Care Excellence (NICE) Guideline Development Group for adults with autism. He has served as Vice-President of the International Society for Autism Research (INSAR). Baron-Cohen is co-editor in chief of the journal ‘Molecular Autism’. He is President-Elect of INSAR and Chair of the Psychology Section of the British Academy.

 

So Baron-Cohen is someone who’s career has been dedicated to promoting certain views and explanations of autism which have come to dominate the field, in spite of concerns that his theories do not stand up to analysis. He also sits on NICE, so determines how Gov’t funds and supports autism research. Mark Williams has followed exactly the same business model with Mindfulness.

They both Know About Dafydd.

 

Another two comedians who I think might know a bit about the subject of this post are David Baddiel and Frank Skinner, who constantly sailed close to the wind with their ‘laddishness’ but who’s careers never died a death. Frank Skinner spent a number of years in the early 1980s as an unemployed alcoholic living in the West Midlands. So Frank will have known much about the life of those having a hard time in that part of the world in at the time. Brown and I found out about this too, because Brown went to university in Birmingham during those years and we found much out about corruption in the welfare services and civic life in Birmingham. Quite a lot of which was linked to the wrongdoing in north Wales.

 

Now for a little mystery which I have come across in John Major’s autobiography. Major mentions that in the midst of the allegations of ‘sleaze’ on the part of members of his Gov’t, in Jan 1994, the wife of Malcolm Caithness, Major’s Minister of Transport, killed herself.

Major’s problems with sleaze followed his famous ‘Back to Basics’ speech, which was just asking for trouble really when he was concealing Dafydd et al. The sleaze revelations began with David Mellor – someone who knew about Morrison and north Wales and Greville Janner and Frank Beck in Leicester – and snowballed. Major doesn’t seem to have asked himself why so many of his Ministers were being caught out, some very obviously as a result of stings. I am asking myself why the real time bomb underneath Major didn’t explode, particularly as the security services were watching everyone involved – Dafydd, Peter Morrison and co. I can only conclude that there was collusion at the highest levels. If service users with a sense of humour could ring Dafydd up from public phone boxes and discover serious crime on a Europe-wide level, I’m sure that someone could have set up a sting re Dafydd. It’s not as if he’d have ever noticed, not with the crazed lifestyle that he led. This was a man who believed that a Dr Hashish Psychosis was ringing him up from Bombay for his opinion, surely the security services could have done better than that. It is tempting to think that they didn’t need to because we were doing it, but people were trying to kill us, so leaving a group of service users to fight international gangsters wasn’t the best idea that anyone ever had.

 

The suicide of Malcolm Caithness’s wife took place in Jan 1994. The month in which Clwyd County Council set up the Jillings Investigation and the month in which yet another service user with drug and alcohol problems and with links to Bryn Estyn, Peter Wynne, was found hanging dead in his flat in Wrexham. On 9 June 1994, Matt Arnold died of an ‘unspecified blood disease’ and on 13 June 1994, the trial of Peter Howarth and Paul Wilson on sexual abuse charges begun. So Howarth and Wilson must have been charged before Malcolm Caithness’s wife was found dead.

Up in north Wales, Dafydd et al continued to do all they could to have me banged up. Previous blog posts have detailed the constant accusations and arrests, the perjury, the planting of evidence to demonstrate that I had committed crimes that no-one even told me that I was alleged to have committed, but which were nonetheless all being diligently recorded in writing and sent to the MDU lawyers.

I can find only scant information about the death of Lady Diana Caroline Coke. Everybody was gobsmacked when she died but I can find no details of how she killed herself. She had red hair and clear skin and liked riding horses and driving at high speed and that is about all that has been written about her.

Malcolm Ian Sinclair, 20th Earl of Caithness is a Conservative member of the Lords, one of the remaining hereditary peers. He is also 20th Lord Berriedale, 15th Baronet Sinclair, of Canisbay, Co. Caithness, Nova Scotia and Chief of Clan Sinclair. He is the Chief Executive of the Clan Sinclair Trust.

Sinclair was educated at Blairmore School, Aberdeenshire (then Marlborough College) and the Royal Agricultural College, Cirencester.

Malcolm Sinclair served as a House of Lords Gov’t Whip under Thatch, 1984-85. He then moved to the Dept of Transport as a junior Minister, serving until 1986, when he became Minister of State at the Home Office which was mired in corruption under Home Secretary Douglas Hurd (see posts ‘Security, Security’ and ‘Additional Security’). Dafydd and the gang in north Wales did what they wanted, kids in care and service users who had been fitted up for crimes were being sent to the bear pit which was Ashworth Hospital and were regularly being found dead in Risley Remand Centre, unless they were imprisoned in the dungeon at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh.

It was in April 1986 that my housemate Anne was killed. Anne had witnessed what happened to me at the hands of the Top Docs and I have been told that she was killed by the paedophiles’ friends. Anne died in a car crash on a lane in Shropshire as she drove to a friend’s wedding. Our friend Geoff was a passenger in the car and was left severely brain damaged. I have recently been given accounts of conversations that were held in our house in Llandegfan in the days before Anne died and the names of friends who visited us and stayed over. We were not aware that anyone was listening to or watching us.

Douglas Hurd had links with the security services.

  • Douglas Hurd so hungover on Irish trip he had to be walked ...

 

In 1988, Malcolm Sinclair was appointed Minister of State at the Department of Environment and in 1989, he became Paymaster General. In 1990, Sinclair was appointed Minister of State at the Foreign Office and then, in 1992, back to the Dept of Transport.

Sinclair married Diana Caroline Coke in 1975.

With the passage of the House of the Lords Act 1999, Sinclair, along with most other hereditary peers, lost his automatic right to sit in the House of Lords. However, under Blair’s fudge, Sinclair was elected as one of the 90 representative peers designed under the provisions of the Act to remain in the House of Lords. I haven’t had time to look at the backgrounds of all 90 hereditary peers who remained in the Lords, but of the ones that I have researched, every one of them had inside information about the Westminster Paedophile Ring. In domains other than the Lords, Blair systematically promoted people who had concealed the Westminster Paedophile Ring to high office. Sinclair has since blocked further reform of the Lords, tabling ‘wrecking’ amendments to a draft Bill to abolish by-elections for hereditary peers, proposed by Lord Grocott in 2018. Bruce Grocott is a mate of Blair’s who was given a peerage after loyally keeping quiet about organised abuse and the associated crime (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part II’).

In Jan 1994, Sinclair resigned from his post at the Ministry of Transport following the suicide of Diana. In 2004, he married Leila C. Jenkins in Rosslyn Chapel, whom he’d met at Ascot. Sinclair filed for divorce a year later.

Sinclair’s children are Lady Iona Alexandra Sinclair (b. 1978) and Alexander James Richard Sinclair, Lord Berriedale (b. 1981).

 

Here’s Malcolm Sinclair looking rough in his official portrait:

 

 

I have blogged about the very close relationship between those up to their eyes in research fraud and wrongdoing in the London medical schools and Big Pharma. The representatives of Big Pharma used to prostrate themselves before the shysters of Hammersmith, St George’s etc. Furthermore Big Pharma used to like employing attractive young women with PhDs as reps, because they were called Dr so sounded credible but as one member of staff at St George’s observed bitterly, ‘they’re just tarts to slut around old doctors’. He couldn’t have landed such a job himself, not just because he didn’t have a PhD but because he was male, enormous and in his late 40s. However there was more than a bit of truth in what he said. Another man who finished his PhD in biochemistry told me that he wouldn’t be working for a drug company because ‘I’ll spend all my time licking doctors arses and I’m not doing that’.

‘Your life in their hands! Ah, the doctors they were wonderful. You can’t complain can you.’ You bet you can’t, if you do you’ll never work again and you’ll die from a treatable condition.

When I was at Hammersmith/RPMS, at one drug company fest Professor Sir Nicholas Wright didn’t bother to listen to any of the presentations or read any of the literature, he just turned up, had a really good lunch and buggered off again. People banged on about how outrageously rude Wright was and how he only turned up for the lunch, which was ironic because it was the only reason why they went. A drug company would never turn up without a supply of wine and grub because no-one would ever attend.

There was only one person who was genuinely interested in the drug companies on the occasion on which Nick Wright had a good lunch and that was one of the postgrads who was looking for a job. She was desperate not to work in a medical school again – she was a mature student who had spent a few years in medical research, as had her husband – because she said that the wrongdoing was so great that she could no longer stomach it.  She did bag a job, on the basis of the toadying towards Hammersmith Hospital/RPMS on the part of Big Pharma that day. This person went to work for a company called the Sera Lab. I can’t find any trace of them but I haven’t had time to really dig yet. The Sera Lab have obviously metamorphosed into a different company, but those who toadied in 1987 will be in the system somewhere. The person who bagged the job with them had so much dirt on the London medical schools that if she wrote a blog like this, UK medicine would implode. Which might well have been why the Sera Lab snapped her up.

This man was the most high profile Top Doc at Hammersmith Hospital at the time:

 

Robert Winston: 'We undervalue our primary teachers' | News

 

 

Dr Bob became Lord Bob in 1995. The year that Malcolm Pearce was struck off and that Geoffrey Chamberlain – who was a mate of Lord Bob’s – got away scot free. 1995 was the year in which Peter Morrison and Bing Spear, the corrupt Home Office mandarin who served Dafydd so well (see post ‘Little Things Hitting Each Other’), were found dead within days of each other. The year in which Dafydd ‘retired’ (but didn’t), the year in which the North Wales Hospital ‘closed down’ (but didn’t). In 1995 Nicola Davies QC – now Dame Nicola –  after reviewing the police paperwork relating to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal (all of which from 1989 onward was missing) decided that a Public Inquiry would not be in the public interest. However, just to be on the safe side, Sir Ronnie Waterhouse altered his retirement plans, which meant that he could conduct a ‘farewell tour’ of his colleagues the paedophiles’ friends in 1995, without having to worry that one year later William Hague would tell Ronnie that he would be conducting a Public Inquiry into their wrongdoing.

Lord Bob had dabbled a little bit in TV before 1995, but gosh the BBC really embraced Lord Bob after that.

 

Yet another person who knew about the wrongdoing at St George’s Hospital Medical School is Professor John Dormandy. John Dormandy is a vascular surgeon who specialises in the treatment of patients with vascular claudication and he has been working in this area for years. He worked at the old St James’s Hospital in Balham before St James’s was closed and everyone was transferred to St George’s. They didn’t want to merge with St George’s and assured everyone that patients would die if the closure of St James’s went ahead.

John Dormandy has a substantial private practice and used to use some of the profits from it to pay a researcher. I know this because he interviewed me for a job in early 1988 and told me during the interview that the job was pretty much mine if I wanted it and that he would ring me the following day to confirm etc. I never heard from him again. I have been told recently that a little bird from north Wales got wind of what was happening and whispered sweet somethings into Dormandy’s ear.

Dormandy told me during the interview that the cause of the vascular disease in virtually all of his patients was smoking. So imagine my surprise when in 2006 John Dormandy appeared in the ‘Daily Mail’ robustly defending patients right to smoke and angrily denouncing the denial of any treatments to heavy smokers. Dormandy argued from an ‘I’m defending patients who cannot quit’ point of view. Dormandy didn’t mention that for some conditions, smoking is such a key factor that the treatment won’t actually work if they don’t stop smoking. So there is no point in giving it, even if you are totally sympathetic to the patient’s plight. Dormandy said something else to the ‘Daily Mail’ that I suspect may not be true. He claimed to be a very heavy smoker himself and so hopelessly addicted that he was unable to give up.

Top Doctors are frequently very heavy drinkers and quite a few of them enjoy drugs as well, but they are not often smokers. Angels are smokers, they puff away like there is no tomorrow – ‘it’s the stress’ – but Top Docs were part of that cohort of professional people who abandoned the cancer sticks in the 1960s when Richard Doll’s work linking lung cancer with fags became accepted by nearly everyone. Furthermore if Dormandy was on 60 No 6 or Woodbines a day, he wouldn’t get much operating done. Top Docs do all sorts of things in operating theatres, but they don’t light up lest there’s an explosion.

Dormandy has made a great deal of money out of his patients who are in agony and can barely walk. When the world gives up smoking, Dormandy’s income will be cut off. Further observation: when Dormandy interviewed me, John Moore was Secretary of State for the DHSS, who was one of those who ignored warnings that children in north Wales were being abused. Moore lived in Wimbledon, where many of the Top Docs of St George’s lived. Six months after Dormandy interviewed me, Ken Clarke became Health Secretary and embarked on a high profile battle with the BMA, in which Dafydd et al were used as bullets by both sides. Ken Clarke had previously been a Minister in Health and it was probably known that he would shortly be appointed Secretary of State. Ken Clarke is famously pro-smoking and has worked as a consultant for many of the world’s tobacco companies.

After Princess Margaret died there was a spoof letter into Viz magazine’s ‘Letterbocks’ column saying that it wasn’t true that no-one was affected by Princess Margaret’s death, because ‘I own the tobacconists and off-licence at the end of her street and I’m finished’. Likewise if people stopped smoking, Dormandy and Ken Clarke would be finished.

Googling John Dormandy brings up adverts for his practice at Parkside Hospital, Wimbledon. Parkside is a private hospital. John Moore was a patient there when he became ill during his time as Secretary of State for the DHSS. He certainly wasn’t going to risk his neck at St George’s.

 

 

I need to return to those who love Wales and its language yet again here, because since I began this post, yesterday morning on Radio 4 one of north Wales’s finest adverts popped up as the special guest on a Saturday morning programme – Sir Bryn Terfel.

Sir Bryn did absolutely everything required of a north Wales celeb when paedophiles in distress have sent out a Mayday call. He reminded everyone that he was a farmer’s son from north Wales who as a lad sung along to opera in the cab of his dad’s tractor, he stressed that Welsh was his first language and that it was central to his identity and he chatted about how he travelled the world for weeks at a time, but his heart was in the mountains. The metropolitan dipsticks of Radio 4 kept asking Bryn how ever a sheep-shagger from north Wales became a world leading opera singer, because surely there are no suitable singing teachers in north Wales.

This might surprise Radio 4, but one thing that there is in north Wales is a great many people who really like singing, who are very good at it and who are very keen to teach young people if they show an interest in singing themselves. There are also things called Eisteddfodau – which are centred around competitions, including singing competitions. Some kids absolutely hate Eisteddfodau, but others love them and get very used to singing in front of an audience at a young age. Numerous people have told me that their participation in Eisteddfodau set them up very well for performing, public speaking etc. If you want to learn to sing when you’re young, you’re probably just as well positioned in north Wales as you are in Hampstead.

Bryn is the son of a farmer – I lived in Pant Glas, just down the lane from where he grew up, for a while – and he can be spotted in Gwynedd, in Morrison’s, out and about etc. He lived at Bontnewydd near Caernarfon for a long while, but I don’t know whether he remained there after he split up from his wife. Bryn married a girl from north Wales, whom I think he went to school with. There was much nastiness in the ‘Daily Mail’ when they split up, because it transpired that Bryn’s wife had begun a relationship with a young man from Caernarfon who was on benefits and had the temerity to live in a council house. There had been some sort of scene in Cofi Roc, a rather mediocre nightclub in Caernarfon and I think that an onlooker got thumped. It certainly didn’t come up to the Daily Mail’s idea of a celebrity divorce.

Bryn moved from north Wales to London in 1984 to study at the Guildhall School of Music. It was in the 1990s that he became very well-known. In 1991 he made his debut with the Welsh National Opera and the English National Opera. In  1992, Bryn sung for the first time at the Royal Opera House in Covent Garden. In the following years he went global.

In 1996, Bryn expanded his repertoire to include Stravinsky, singing Nick Shadow in ‘The Rake’s Progress’ at the Welsh National Opera. This performance, along with another, won him the Royal Philharmonic Society Award for the singer of the year.

Bryn is a member of the Gorsedd of the Bards.

I have no idea whether Bryn is a Rake who has made progress, I don’t know him. But a great many other Rakes in north Wales have progressed.

Bryn is now in a relationship with harpist Hannah Stone and they have a little girl. Hannah Stone grew up on the Mumbles, near Swansea. She attended Welsh medium schools in west Wales and then went to the Guildhall School of Music and Drama and then to the Royal Welsh College of Music and Drama.

When Hannah was 15, she played for Lilibet on Her Majesty’s Jubilee Tour of Wales in 2002 and has played for the Royal Family on several other occasions. She studied under the guidance of Meinir Heulyn, Head of Harp at the RWCMD before moving to London. During this time Hannah was a prize-winner at National Competitions including the Urdd Eisteddford and the International Eisteddford at Llangollen. Sir Ronnie Waterhouse was involved with the International Eisteddfod and was President for some years.

Hannah Stone knows Elinor Bennett, the harpist wife of Dafydd Wigley. Dafydd Wigley knew nothing about the paedophile gang being co-ordinated by Lucille Hughes in her office, which was just around the corner from his office in Caernarfon and just to be on the safe side, Wigley didn’t know what a paedophile was anyway (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’).

In June 2011, Hannah Stone was appointed the Official Harpist to Carlo, a position previously occupied by the Wigley’s daughter-in-law, Catrin Finch.

Hannah Stone performed at the NATO Conference Dinner at Cardiff Castle in 2014 to delegates including US President Barack Obama, German Chancellor Angela Merkel and UK Prime Minister David Cameron.

Yma O Hyd!

 

Bryn sung a song for the Radio 4 audience. It was ‘My Little Welsh Home’. I had one of those in Llanllechid. The paedophiles’ friends tried to set fire to it. Twice.

 

Look out for the forthcoming recordings from the Assorted Paedophiles’ Friends:

‘We didn’t know’ – ‘Ni wyddom ni’

‘It’s all lies’ – ‘Mae i gyd yn gorweddd’

‘What, us?’ – ‘Beth, ni?’

‘Nothing to do with us, we just work here’ – ‘Dim byd i’w wneud gyda mi, fi jyst yn gwaithio yma’

‘I was just doing my job’ – ‘Roeddwn i ddim ond yn gwneud fy ngwaith’

‘Get the Welsh cakes out, S4C are coming over’ – ‘Cael y cacennau Cymreig allan, mae S4C yn dod i ben’

 

 

Lastly, BBC News Online has reported that the 70th Birthday Celebrations of the NHS, termed ‘Aneurin Bevan Day’, have been enjoyed in Tredegar. Hundreds marched to the sound of a band and Carwyn and Jezza were in attendance. The BBC reported that: ‘Rita Hale, 96, from Tredegar, said she had heard Bevan speak when she was young girl. She recalled him wearing a black cloak and a four cornered hat. “I wish there were a few more like him today,” she said.’

I’ll stand by whilst the paedophiles’ friends in the Commons and the Senedd now all don black cloaks and four cornered hats in a desperate attempt to garner support. There did used to be a few people around who wore hats and cloaks. Brown, me and some of our friends. It caused outrage and was used as evidence of our insanity and the threat that we posed to western civilisation. We fell short of Nye’s standards though. We didn’t live in Chelsea, navigate our way around Knightsbridge by taxi and use Harrod’s to supply our day to day needs. Although I did once buy some bread rolls from Harrods and I ate them whilst I was reading ‘Living Marxism’, which caused a sanctimonious Stirling graduate to bang on at length about my wicked ways. She later responded to the requests of the paedophiles’ friends to stuff over the friends of mine who supported me during my battles with Dafydd and co (see post ‘The Turn Of The Screw’).

I ‘ad that Jack McConnell in the back of the cab once.

The Village

Recent posts have touched on how some of the paedophiles’ friends pride themselves on being Arty, in their capacities as collectors but also in terms of them occupying positions of responsibility in museums, galleries or in Gov’t roles relating to the Arts.

Dafydd’s mate Robert Bluglass excels in this field, he owns Compton Verney in Warwickshire, one of the finest galleries in Europe. In 1993, Compton Verney was purchased in a run-down state by the Peter Moores Foundation, a ‘charity supporting music and visual arts’, established by Littlewoods Chairman Peter Moores, who restored it to a gallery capable of housing international exhibitions. In 1993, my career had been destroyed, as had the media career of my friend who wanted to make a documentary about the mental health services in north Wales and the North Wales Police closed their investigation into the abuse of children in care, concluding that there was ‘no evidence’ of a paedophile ring. Thousands of statements had been taken, hundreds of complaints made and a file was sent to the CPS, yet there were no prosecutions.

In Oct 1993, John Smith, the leader of the Labour Party, appointed Ron Davies as Shadow Secretary of State for Wales. Ron and his mates were cheerleaders for devolution and it was assumed by everyone that ‘when’ a Welsh Assembly was created, Ron would be First Secretary. It all fell apart when Ron had his moment of madness on Clapham Common with a male prostitute called Boogie, just before Blair was about to make Ron First Secretary in the newly established Welsh Assembly (see post ‘Cottaging At Castle Gate’).

Compton Verney Art Gallery is now run by Compton Verney House Trust, a registered charity no less. The charity in question is one Professor Robert Bluglass, who’s ‘Trust’ is ‘supported’ by the Peter Moores Foundation, after the Peter Moores Foundation transferred Compton Verney to the management of Bluglass’s blood-soaked, safe hands. In March 2004, the Compton Verney Art Gallery was opened by Prince Charles. That’s the Prince Charles who’s office told Alison Taylor that he ‘could not get involved’ when Alison Taylor wrote and told him that children in care in north Wales were being abused; the Prince Charles who was Chancellor of UCNW when Bluglass’s mate Dafydd and his colleagues were using their roles in the College to run a sex trafficking ring; the Prince Charles who’s friend Gerald Cavendish Grosvenor, the Duke of Westminster, was the President of the City of Chester Conservative Association whilst Peter Morrison, the constituency MP was abusing kids in care in north Wales; the Prince Charles who’s mater knighted Peter Morrison in Feb 1991, the month after I’d been forced out of my job at St George’s Hospital Medical School and was facing possible imprisonment after Dafydd’s colleagues Tony and Sadie Francis had perjured themselves.

Charles, what on earth are you doing mixed up in all this??? You’re the bloody heir to the throne, Bluglass has played a leading role in an international sex trafficking racket and the most probable explanation for Bluglass’s paws being on one of the finest art galleries in Europe is that it is the means by which he is laundering money. This is a very long way from the Duchy Organic range of expensive biscuits. It is, as you might say yourself, ‘sort of…um thingy…um appalling…’. Or if you are anything like the ‘Private Eye’ spoof of you in ‘Heir Of Sorrows’ you might. Heir of serious organised crime. It really is appalling. Pass me an oatcake, this is even more ridiculous than Jimmy Savile offering Charles and Di marriage guidance.

An online guide to ‘Greeting The Queen’ reassures readers that they mustn’t worry about what to say, they must just curtsy.

‘Have you come far?’ ‘Yes, I’ve fled north Wales because your son’s associates tried to kill me.’

It has recently been reported that Charles will be giving evidence to the IICSA relating to Bishop Peter Ball. Peter Ball was imprisoned for 32 months in 2015, for sex offences against children carried out between the 1970s and the 90s. The police received their first report in 1992. No charges were brought, but Ball resigned. It has been revealed that Charles had exchanged letters with Ball and that an independent inquiry found that Ball had ‘exploited his contact’ with members of the Royal Family, but there was ‘no evidence’ that Charles or any other Royals ‘sought to intervene at any point in order to protect or promote Ball’. Well that’s a relief, it’s simply that Charles is constantly rubbing noses with people who are involved with child abuse but can’t ‘get involved’ when he receives a letter telling him that someone has witnessed them abusing kids, it’s really nothing more sinister than that.

When Ball was reported for child abuse in 1992, the CPS received over 2000 letters of support for him, including letters from Cabinet Ministers and members of the Royal Family. It has not been made public who those Cabinet Ministers or Royals were. I was unaware that the CPS ever accepted ‘letters of support’. When I was prosecuted for ‘looking at a social worker in Safeways’ and for ‘calling Alun Davies a fat idiot’, no-one ever told me that I could get my mates to write to the CPS in support of me. I don’t know anyone else who was given that opportunity either.

Well it just goes to show that it’s one rule for molesting Bishops and another rule for the victims of sex trafficking gangs…

It has been admitted that Ball ‘tried to use his contact with with Charles to influence George Carey’, who was Archbishop of Canterbury at the time. I’m not sure that Ball will have needed to do that, George Carey used to be the Bishop of Bath and Wells and Somerset had one ‘dirty vicar’ known to me who molested the Brownies and Guides and another vicar who married a girl of about nineteen when he was nearly 50, who violently assaulted the kids in the local primary school and then nicked the money from the Church. Neither of them faced charges and ‘Bishop George’ – as Brown’s mum used to respectfully call him – did bugger all. All we ever heard about Bishop George were his fund-raising schemes such as the offer for the bereaved to sponsor a pipe of the organ in Wells Cathedral in memory of their loved one. Those pipes came at a very high price and it always sounded like a bit of a con to me.

Now that the paedophiles’ friends have bumped Brown’s dad off, I’ll reveal a state secret. When Col Brown organised HM Lilibet’s Silver Jubilee Celebrations in Bristol – for which Lilibet gave him an OBE – Col Brown wrote to the Palace to ask what to do about providing a bog for Lilibet, only not using that expression obviously. He received a letter back telling him that Lilibet ‘will not need to retire’. How Lilibet knew that she wouldn’t need to go for a piddle I do not know. Perhaps she’s had her pelvic floor tightened by Professor Stuart Stanton at St George’s Hospital Medical School, although she might not have risked going under his knife – his junior doctors all used to observe ‘God, I wouldn’t let him operate on me’.

 

I recommend that readers visit the Compton Verney website in order to see photos of the landscaped gardens (they were designed by Capability Brown no less) and the treasures that pack Bluglass’s house of ill-gotten gains. Meanwhile, here’s the spiel encouraging interested parties to join in the crime spree:

Corporate Sponsorship and Membership

Let’s all join in a chorus of ‘Delilah’ – ‘She stood there laughing’…

What a bunch of dickwits, even if they are serious criminals of dickwits.

 

Robert Bluglass is not the only paedophiles’ friend – indeed even Dafydd’s friend – who has an interest in art. Lloyd Tyrell-Kenyon, the 5th Baron Kenyon, who’s son Thomas died of HIV/AIDS but before that was known to be abusing at least one boy in care in north Wales, was, among all his many other public positions (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’), Chairman of Gwasg Gregynog Press, 1978-91; President of the National Museum of Wales, 1952-57; a Trustee of the National Portrait Gallery, 1955-88 and a member of the Royal Commission on Historical Manuscripts, 1966-93. It was Lord Kenyon who was credited with transforming the National Portrait Gallery from a small specialist museum into ‘one of the great national galleries’.

 

Previous posts have noted how many paedophiles’ friends have been involved with the Arts Council of Great Britain. Harold Wilson’s friend and crooked solicitor Lord Arnold Goodman was Chair of the Arts Council, 1965-72 and had a symbiotic relationship with Jennie Lee, Nye Bevan’s widow, who was Minister of Arts, 1964-70, under Harold Wilson (see post ‘The White Heat Of This Revolution’). Goodman was succeeded by Lord Patrick Gibson who was Chair of the Arts Council, 1972-77. Gibson was the paedophiles’ friend who knew that the victims of Dafydd and the paedophiles were being contained in low paid seasonal jobs at Penrhyn Castle (see post ‘Today We Have Naming Of Parts’). Sir Kenneth Robinson was Chairman, 1977-82. Robinson did Dafydd and the paedophiles a great many favours when Robinson was Health Minister, 1964-68 under Wilson and then again in his capacity as the President of the National Institute for Mental Health (MIND) (see post ‘The White Heat Of This Revolution’). Sir William Rees-Mogg was Chairman of the Arts Council, 1982-89. Mystic Mogg was a political appointment of Thatcher’s – he was a Tory, the former Editor of ‘The Times’, 1967-81 and a BBC Governor. He was also Chairman of the publishers Pickering and Chatto and a columnist for The Indie and the ‘Daily Mail’. Mystic Mogg stated in his memoirs in 2011 that Murdoch had been excellent for ‘The Times’ and for Fleet Street.

In April 1986, ‘The Times’ reported the case of Ceryl Wyn Davies, the Gwynedd Headmaster who was imprisoned for abusing his pupils, after being allowed to return to teaching in spite of a previous prison sentence for abusing his pupils (see post ‘Today We Have Naming Of Parts’). ‘The Times’ had reported on a scandal involving the serious neglect of Dafydd’s patients at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh some 20 yrs previously, but remained silent about north Wales abuse horrors from 1986 onward. Rupert Murdoch bought ‘The Times’ in 1981 and Sir Simon Jenkins, who has a home in Gwynedd, was Editor of ‘The Times’, 1990-92 (see post ‘Today We Have Naming Of Parts’). Simon must have missed that police investigation and all those deaths…

 

Rees-Mogg had a house in Somerset but spent most of his time in London, although he waved his Somerset credentials about a lot. He was High Sheriff of Somerset, 1975-78, so he would have known Brown’s father, who was Deputy Lieutenant at about the same time.

Mystic Mogg was of course the father of Jacob. When I was at school, Jacob featured in the ‘Western Daily Press’ and when he was about 10 yrs old he was promoted as a child prodigy with regard to his investments on the stock market. The ‘Western Daily Press’ was a sort of west country version of ‘The Sun’, a right wing newspaper which contained a lot of sex stories, although not pics of topless teenagers. The ‘Western Daily Press’ caught a whiff of sex everywhere, even when reporting serious harm or death. One memorable headline was ‘It’s Sex On Top Of The Cliff, Then Over We Go’, which was a report about quite a dangerous accident.

The ‘Western Daily Press’ also really maxed out on Diana Dors because she was from Swindon, but they had to keep remembering not to mention that her friends were gangsters and armed robbers. I think that Dors and her mates hung out at the Webbington Country Club near Bristol, which was viewed as a sort of Sodom and Gomorrah, the scene of gun fights and a venue for prostitution. The ‘Western Daily Press’ did manage to report it when Dors’ husband the actor Alan Lake was found shot dead. Lake’s death was always attributed to suicide but now I have a greater understanding of the circles in which he and Dors moved, I am wondering if questions were deliberately not asked about that death. As a young man, Lake went to prison after a particularly vicious pub brawl, which resulted in his mate Leapy Lee receiving an even longer sentence than Lake because he stabbed the pub’s relief manager. Leapy Lee was a rather lame pop singer who’s only hit was with the song ‘Little Arrows’. It would be a bit like Peter Noone of Herman’s Hermits being banged up for stabbing someone.

One of the Hergest Unit patients who derived such entertainment from Dafydd used to chunder on in a Dafydd-voice about Dafydd listening to Herman’s Hermits records. The joke arose from an incident in which Dafydd had tried to get down with the kids – the man in question had been sectioned and was telling Dafydd that he had gone up into the mountains and ‘I ate some grass’. To which Dafydd responded ‘do ewe mean mari-jew-ana?’ and the Hergest patient said ‘no, grass’. So Dafydd asked ‘why were ewe eating grass?’ The Hergest patient replied ‘because I was thirsty’. Dafydd diagnosed paranoid schizophrenia. I had no idea at the time that Dafydd’s gang were selling disadvantaged kids and young people to rock stars for sex, I just used to roll around laughing at Dafydd’s idea of the counter-culture. Who knows, perhaps Herman and his Hermits were buying underaged boys off Dafydd, along with everyone else.

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After coming out of prison, Alan Lake had a serious riding accident which nearly paralysed him and then he became an alcoholic and experienced psychotic episodes. He was treated by a Top Doctor, but I don’t know who. Lake became seriously depressed after Dors’ died and in Oct 1984 he was found dead having been shot in the head after taking his son to the railway station. His body was found in his son’s bedroom.

Lake played parts in the TV programmes ‘The Underworld’, ‘Locate And Destroy’, ‘Dixon Of Dock Green’, ‘Crown Court’, ‘Angels’, ‘No Hiding Place’, ‘Paint Me A Murder’ and ‘Hart To Hart’. His films included ‘Catch Us If You Can’.

 

Mystic Mogg’s daughter Annunziata stood unsuccessfully for a Somerset constituency for the Tories in the 2010 General Election and caused much mirth by calling herself ‘Nancy Mogg’ for electioneering purposes. Not that it fooled anyone.

 

In 1989 Lord Peter Palumbo succeeded Mystic Mogg as Chairman of the Arts Council and remained in post until 1993. Tory peer Palumbo is the son of Randolph Palumbo, himself a major property developer. Peter Palumbo was educated at Eton and then studied at Worcester College, Oxford. In 1972 Palumbo bought Farnsworth House in the US, expanded and improved the house by adding furniture of the man who designed the house and by purchasing adjacent properties and placing in them the work of eminent sculptors. Palumbo sold the property at auction to the National Trust for historic preservation in 2003. Palumbo also owns other swish properties in the US and for a time owned a Le Corbusier in Paris. In 1994 Palumbo demolished the Mappin & Webb building in the City of London and replaced it with a building designed by Sir James Stirling, which was opened by the Governor of the Bank of England, Eddie George.

Palumbo was a Trustee of the Tate, 1978-85 and Chairman of its foundation, 1986-87. He served as a Trustee for the Whitechapel Art Gallery and of the Natural History Museum. He was Chairman of the Serpentine Gallery’s Board of Trustees. He was also the Chancellor of the University of Portsmouth and the Chairman of the Friends of Highgate Cemetery. He has been on the Board of Trustees of The Architecture Foundation. Palumbo is or was Chairman of the jury of the Pritzker Prize for Architecture.

Palumbo led the fundraising effort to resurrect and refurbish the Church of St Stephen Walbrook in London, a building by Sir Christopher Wren. Henry Moore was commissioned by Palumbo to build a stone altar for the church. The former rector of St Stephen Walbrook and founder of the Samaritans, Dr Chad Varah, was the family chaplain. 

There were considerable problems in Bangor after the Samaritans refused to help suicidal people if they were mental health patients because the Samaritans ‘weren’t trained’ and ‘people like that often kill themselves anyway’. What made it worse was that the Hergest Unit were refusing to treat many mental health patients and would simply give them the phone number of the Samaritans and then call the police to throw them out of the hospital.

Palumbo was a polo team mate of Prince Charles and the two were close until 1984 when Charles publicly criticised some of Palumbo’s architecture. Palumbo nevertheless still became godfather to Princess Beatrice.  

Palumbo was created a life peer by Thatch in Feb 1991 – the same month as Peter Morrison was knighted! 

 

Palumbo’s eldest son is Jamie Palumbo who in 2017 had an estimated fortune of £350 million. He was educated at Eton and Worcester College, Oxford. From 1984-92, Palumbo worked for Merrill Lynch and Morgan Grenfell. 

In Sept 1991 Jamie Palumbo, together with his school friend Humphrey Waterhouse and DJ Justin Berkmann, founded the Ministry of Sound nightclub in South London. Initially Palumbo lost control of the club to drug dealers and a fight to regain control ensued. One wonders to what extent Jamie Palumbo ‘regained control’. Ministry of Sound has expanded into a number of areas including recorded music, live events, digital media and merchandise. Ministry of Sound Recordings is the largest independent music company in the world. In 2016 Palumbo sold Ministry of Sound Recordings to the Sony Music Group for $104 million.

It was the Sony subsidiary Epic which gave the Super Furry Animals such a generous recording deal (see post ‘The International Language Of Screaming’). The leading light in the Super Furries was Gruff Rhys, the son of Ioan Bowen Rees who was Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council whilst the paedophile ring made merry within the Council’s children’s homes.

In 1994 Palumbo launched legal proceedings against his father with his sister, claiming that his father had mismanaged the family trust and subsequently his father resigned as a trustee. In 2010 new proceedings were launched relating to another family trust, his father also resigned from this trust and paid legal fees. I hate to think what Jamie will do when his dad dies, the notion of ‘where’s a will there’s a relative’ will be taken to a whole new level.

Jamie Palumbo is a major donor to the Lib Dems and in Oct 2013 received a peerage.

 

In 1993 Alexander Ruthven, Earl Gowrie aka Grey Gowrie, became Chairman of the Arts Council of Great Britain. Grey Gowrie’s grandfather was Governor General of Australia and Gowrie was educated at Eton, Balliol College and Harvard.

Grey Gowrie succeeded to the earldom of Gowrie on the death of his grandfather on 2 May 1955; at the same time he succeeded as 2nd Viscount Ruthven of Canberra and 2nd Baron Gowrie of Canberra and of Dirleton (East Lothian). In 1956, he further succeeded his great-uncle the 10th Lord Ruthven of Freeland as 3rd Baron Ruthven of Gowrie.

Lord Gowrie inherited his estate in County Kildare from his great-aunt Sheelagh Blacker in 1967 and later sold it to Tony O’Reilly, to whom he also sold his Dublin home on Fitzwilliam Square. Sir Anthony O’Reilly is the billionaire Irish former businessman and international rugby union player. O Reilly led the Independent News & Media Group, 1973-09 and is the former CEO and Chairman of the H.J. Heinz Company. He was the leading shareholder of Waterford Wedgwood.

Gowrie lived partly in Ireland until 1983 and then moved to the marches region of Wales, while also maintaining a London residence for much of the period.

Grey Gowrie joined the Tory frontbench under Ted Heath in 1972 as a Whip and remained in position until 1974. He served under Thatcher as Minister of State for Employment, 1979-81 and as Minister of State for N Ireland, 1981-83. So Gowrie served in Thatcher’s Gov’t with Peter Morrison and would have been party to what had gone on at the Kincora Boys’ Home. Thatch then appointed Gowrie as Minister for the Arts, 1983-85. He was also Chancellor of the Duchy of Lancaster between 1984-85. Despite being offered the post of Secretary of State for Education and Science, Gowrie resigned from the Cabinet in 1985, stating that it was impossible for him to live in London on the salary provided for the post. Grey Gowrie is very rich and very posh, so ‘Private Eye’ made much of Gowrie’s low wages as a Cabinet Minister and there was comment about the need to stop the priceless work of art that was The Gowrie from leaving Britain.

Grey Gowrie was also Chairman of Sotheby’s, 1985–1994.

The Arts Council of Great Britain was divided in 1994 to form the Arts Council of England, Scottish Arts Council and Arts Council of Wales. At the same time the National Lottery was established and the Arts Council of England became one of the distribution bodies, thus The Gowrie was responsible for dishing out the dosh. The National Lottery was of course Thatcher’s big idea – Thatch maintained that it would provide an opportunity for the creation of more millionaires. If the old cow was still alive I’d remind her that it is quite difficult to make a living by gambling – even George Carman had to use his income as a corrupt barrister to subsidise his huge gaming debts – and contrary to the advert assuring us that it ‘could be you’, it was most unlikely to be. It’s called statistical probability, Thatch would have done well to have acquainted herself with the notion. However there have been a number of scandals when it has been revealed that Lottery money has been used for certain minority interests including gay and lesbian groups, some of which have not been what they pretended to be. The National Lottery looks kindly upon ‘mental health support groups’ and the like as well.

Now why would a filthy rich, multiply titled connoisseur of fine art and paedophiles’ friend like The Gowrie have been interested in causes like that? The Chairman of Sotheby’s was not going to be found sitting in the MIND ‘drop in’ in Bangor, being told that there was ‘nothing they could do’ when distressed Empowered Service Users recounted tales of serious crime on the part of the mental health services and others. There was someone who was banned from the Bangor MIND drop in – it was the Hergest patient who was a fine art graduate and who used to bang on about the World of Art and the filthy lucre and sexploitation involved. But Helen Milne, the inadequate, lame servant of Dafydd’s who ran the drop in, only banned him AFTER he’d given the lecture on art and the free lessons for the Empowered Service Users.

Helen’s colleague Alison Greenaway was the Bangor MIND co-ordinator for donkey’s years – then Alison trained as a psychiatric social worker and made her loyalties quite clear, as patients were found dead and went to prison – she didn’t say a word (see post ‘A Bit More About Those Very Muddy Waters’). Alison felt the call of social work at about the time of the Waterhouse Inquiry.

Meanwhile Helen Milne also led Bangor Rape Crisis.

It was an absolutely joke, there was not one ‘helping agency’ in north Wales that Dafydd and the paedophiles did not control. It seems that they even had The Gowrie in their pocket.

 

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Alexander Patrick Greysteil Hore-Ruthven, 2nd Earl of Gowrie:

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Now if Wingett’s the auctioneers near Wrexham had been involved in channelling dosh to the paedophiles’ friends, it would not surprise me. This is the Chairman of Sotheby’s that we are talking about.

 

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The Gowrie lectured at Harvard and UCL and was Provost of the Royal College of Art. He is a Patron of the Elton John AIDS Foundation. Together with Rowan Williams and Sir Daniel Day-Lewis, he is a Patron of the ‘Wilfred Owen Association’. In terms of the subject matter of my post ‘Today We Have Naming Of Parts’, The Gowrie is a substantial part. The Gowrie was a founding Director of the British Friends of the National Gallery of Ireland.

In the summer of 1999, having been diagnosed with a serious heart condition, The Gowrie checked into Harefield Hospital and, after a heart transplant and a long recovery, left hospital in 2000. He became friends with his principal surgeon, Sir Magdi Yacoub and now Chairs the institute named for him. 

Magdi Yacoub worked with Dame Julia Polak, the person who was alleged to have been the most unscrupulous liar and fraudster at Hammersmith Hospital/Royal Postgraduate Medical School when I was there in 1986-87. Some years later Polak and Yacoub claimed to have performed a life-saving medical miracle on Polak herself and then founded a research institute on the basis of that miracle. My post ‘I Don’t Believe It!’ explains why I suspect that this was the most audacious of all Polak’s alleged research frauds.

In 2003 The Gowrie was elected a Fellow of the Royal Society of Literature. In Jan 2009, The Gowrie accepted Farad Azima’s invitation to Chair the Advisory Board of the Iran Heritage Foundation.

The Gowrie’s first wife was Alexandra Bingley, daughter of Colonel Robert Bingley. I’ve done a bit of digging to try and find out if Robert Bingley is any relation of the Bingley clan who colluded with Dafydd and the paedophiles for so many years but surprise, surprise, the info doesn’t seem to be available.

 

 

The Arts Council dates back to the 1940s. In 1940, the Council for the Encouragement of Music and the Arts (CEMA), was appointed to help promote and maintain British culture. The Council was Gov’t funded and after WWII was renamed the Arts Council of Great Britain.

A  Royal Charter was granted on 9 Aug 1946, followed by another in 1967. The latter provided for functions in Scotland and Wales to be conducted by two almost autonomous committees known as the Scottish and Welsh Arts Councils – the basis for today’s Scottish Arts Council and Arts Council of Wales.

The Council’s first Chairman was John Maynard Keynes who used his influence in Gov’t to secure a high level of funding, despite Britain’s severe economic problems following WWII. The majority of this funding was directed to organisations with which Keynes had close ties such as the Royal Opera House and was restricted to Central London. Keynes used his political influence to ensure that the Arts Council reported directly to the Treasury, establishing the principle of an ‘arms length’ relationship between UK Arts policy and the Gov’t of the day.

After Keynes’ death, Gov’t funding was reduced, but the Arts Council received wide recognition for its contribution to the Festival of Britain thanks to the new Chairman Kenneth Clark. Kenneth Clark was the father of the odious sexual predator, the Tory MP Alan Clark. Alan Clark was constantly constructed as a bit of a character – he was actually someone who had sex with anything that moved, including non-consenting people who were below 16 yrs old. Clark regularly exposed himself to school girls and would follow young women around London whom he’d seen on public transport and had taken a shine to. Clark was a junior Minister in Thatcher’s Gov’t in the Depts of Employment, Trade and Defence. He worked at the Dept of Employment with Ken Clarke and Ken Clarke’s autobiography alleges that Alan Clark rarely made it into work and spent most of his time drunk. Alan Clark wrote about the quality of the ‘globes’ of the young women whom he saw on trains and remarked upon Thatch’s ‘very pretty ankles’. Which caused Ian Hislop to remark that Thatcher’s globes obviously weren’t worth a comment.

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It really is quite unbelievable that someone allowed this lot to run a country.

Art works commissioned by the Council for the Festival of Britain were retained to form the basis of the Arts Council Collection. 

Under Wilson’s Gov’t of 1964-70, it is said that the Arts Council enjoyed a ‘golden age’, thanks to the close relationship between paedophiles’ friends Chairman Arnold Goodman and the Arts Minister Jennie Lee. This period saw the Arts Council establish a network of arts organisations across the country and a programme of touring exhibitions and performances.

During the 1970s and 1980s the Arts Council came under attack for being elitist and politically biased, in particular from Tebbit. It is clear from the Arts Council Chairs appointed by Thatcher that under the Tories it did not become less elitist or less politically biased in any way – instead of being run by paedophiles’ friends of a left wing bent, it was run by very rich paedophiles’ friends who were Tories. The Gov’t grant to the Council was capped, the idea being that the shortfall would be made up by increased sponsorship from the private sector.

The Secretary-General of the Arts Council from 1975–83 was Roy Shaw, the last Secretary-General to be knighted. Presumably after 1983, Lilibet had her hands full dishing the knighthoods out to Peter Morrison, Jimmy Savile and their ilk. Shaw faced the ‘difficult task’ of reconciling ‘the needs’ of arts organisations with the restricted funding. Mystic Mogg proposed slimming down the Council’s responsibilities. This led to a series of clashes with leading luvvies such as Peter Hall, who resigned from the Arts Council in protest. In 1987 the restructure inspired by Mystic Mogg cut by half the number of organisations receiving Arts Council funding. During the same period, the Arts Council began ‘encouraging a greater level of corporate sponsorship for the arts’, which I think means that Charles Saatchi was allowed to call the shots. Hence the elevation of Tracey Emin’s NHS-style disgusting bed and her ‘everyone whom I have ever shagged’ tent to the status of works of art.

Charles Saatchi became famous all over again in 2013, after he was photographed with his hands around the neck of his wife, Nigella Lawson, the daughter of former Chancellor Nigel Lawson. Charles maintained that it was a ‘playful tiff’. An acrimonious divorce followed with allegations and counter-allegations of unpleasant behaviour on the part of Saatchi and coke snorting on the part of Nigella. When Nigella Lawson was at Oxford, she was involved with the Dangerous Sports Club, a bunch of Top Tossers who routinely did some very dangerous and frequently unlawful things but who never faced many consequences.

A leading light in the Dangerous Sports Club was Tommy Leigh-Pemberton, the son of the Robin Leigh-Pemberton, the Governor of the Bank of England, 1983-93 . Tommy Leigh-Pemberton died in what is always described as a ‘tragic accident’, the details of which were not made public. I know the details. Tommy Leigh-Pemberton was shot dead, deliberately, by someone whom he had really pissed off. Leigh-Pemberton was a twat of the highest order and there was nothing that he liked more than driving dangerously, at speed, through built-up areas. He was living in Kenya and it was known that the staff of one of the embassies in Nairobi were trigger happy and that if someone drove past at speed, potshots would be taken at them. So the wanker Tommy and his mates dared each other to drive past and elicit the bullets. Which they did, repeatedly. Until one of the bullets hit Leigh-Pemberton and killed him. The truth behind Leigh-Pemberton’s death did not appear in any media report.

Leigh-Pemberton and his mates revelled in doing anything, anything at all, knowing that their Top Tory parents would get them off the hook, no matter how dangerous or illegal it had been.

The founder of the Dangerous Sports Club was David Kirke – although that was not  his real name – who lied and swindled his way around the world’s best hotels, spinning a yarn about being an Oxford Professor. After many years of fraud and deception, the world finally caught up with David Kirke in the early 1990s and he was imprisoned. His defence team stated that he was a ‘Walter Mitty’ character and was manic to boot. He wasn’t, he was a conman who targeted people whom he knew would be impressed with fuckwittery and a plummy accent. Graham Chapman of Monty Python was associated with the Dangerous Sports Club, as a consequence of Kirke wanting to ingratiate himself to someone affluent and famous to gain, as Kirke himself said, ‘some crumbs from the rich man’s table’.

Nigella’s association with the crook Kirke and his friends was never publicised. But then no-one mentioned that her father’s constituency was in Leicestershire, in the area of the Leicestershire Child Abuse Scandal with the associated serious criminality.

Now Nigella! Who ordered Kirke to contact people who knew me from years previously and pay them all that money to ensure that if – or indeed when – I was found dead, or was imprisoned, that a pack of lies would be told about me, by people ‘who really knew what she was like’? Because someone gave them a great deal of money, whilst I was working at St George’s Hospital Medical School. Thousands and thousands of pounds, two Range Rovers were purchased, a country house, it was incredible. Furthermore Nigella, how did your daddy and his mates ensure that no-one went to prison when the man whom you paid to collaborate with you regarding my allegations re Dafydd and the paedophiles KILLED that young Bulgarian student? The whole of Somerset wanted to know why it was only a manslaughter charge, not murder and why the judge ordered them to be acquitted. Bristol Crown Court, 2004. What was going on exactly?

I think that the Angels of north Wales are going to have to give many more interviews about being attacked by Dangerous Patients to get out of this one. We’ll need a few more cures for cancer as well. And a ‘Save The NHS March’ through central London.

Robin Leigh-Pemberton was given a peerage – in 1992. Once those five other witnesses had been safely killed by that firebomb and once my career had been wrecked and the career of my friend who had been planning to make a documentary about north Wales.

Leigh-Pemberton is dead, as is Thatch who appointed him as Governor of the Bank of England. But the man who gave him a peerage is alive and kicking and has questions to answer.

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Here’s a close pal of some murdering bastards, at a photo shoot at Selfridge’s no less. Probably after a visit to the hairdresser and a quick snort. She needs to look her best! Not that Nigel Lawson would ever have allowed his own kids within a mile of Dafydd – it was other people’s children whom he preyed on. Particularly when there was an election to be won.

 

 

As for all that modern art that Charles Saatchi purchased, I cannot help but wonder if someone was having a laugh at his expense. Perhaps someone who knew that the World of Art was crawling with rich abusive people and fancied making it a laughing stock? Hence Viz magazine’s awards for the best modern art spotted on Newcastle-Upon-Tyne bus shelters – the prize winner was 14 yr old Jason with his piece of graffiti ‘My Penis Smells of Apples’. Had Jason been blonde and pretty, no doubt ‘My Penis Smells Of Apples’ would have found its way into Saatchi’s Chelsea gallery.

 

My post ‘The International Language Of Screaming’ mentioned the art student turned Hergest Unit patient who told me that if he wanted, he could take the art world by storm with his construction ‘Turd Eclipsing The Sun’ in return for selling his bottom to the Big Beasts. I doubt that he could have at that point because he was in his 40s and had suffered from the ravages of Dafydd’s ‘help’, but when he was young I think it highly likely that his plan would have worked. This man supplied me with the names of many of the Great n Good, whom he assured me survived on a diet of cocaine, champagne and underaged kids. The names that I was given included Francis Bacon, Lucian Freud and David Hockney. The Hergest staff were far too bigoted to listen to a word that this man said, but I did and the reason why he was illegally imprisoned by Dafydd many years previously was that he objected to a North Wales Police Sergeant appearing at his side when he was in the loo and naked, after he had been fitted up for drugs offences. His objection to the police officer was met with a punch in the face, imprisonment in Risley Remand Centre and a lifetime in the ‘care’ of the paedophiles’ friends.

Ella Fisk, an Angel who worked at the Hergest Unit, once told me that I was ‘so much more intelligent’ than this man. No I was not, he did have a brain but it had been completely scrambled, initially by psychedelic drugs, but then it had then been finished off by the ‘medication’ that he was assured was absolutely necessary. I knew what he was being given – he didn’t because he knew bugger all about pharmacology – and I knew exactly what it was doing to him…Despite the best efforts of the paedophiles’ friends, some of his memories were crystal clear – of Denbigh, of Risley Remand Centre, of the rock scene in the 60s and 70s and of the art world. Dafydd knew what that man had witnessed and a decision was taken to ensure that – like everyone else who could name people in High Society who had done things that they shouldn’t have – this man disappeared in the criminal justice and mental health system of north Wales.

 

Mr Murdoch – there is more than one ageing Empowered Service User in north Wales who has named your wife’s ex as being part of a very sordid scene when he was younger. Before he was Sirred and sent his kids to Eton.

 

The Arts Council England’s website tells us that ‘We invest public money to make great art that has an impact on everyone’s lives’. It’s certainly had an impact on mine, they bankrolled the friends of a gang of sex traffickers who tried to kill me.

One of the websites ‘telling the story’ of the Arts Council features a splendid picture of Judi Dench and Ian McKellen doing their Shakespearean bit. Dame Judi is of course Robert Bluglass’s old mucker and Sir Ian is the man who campaigned long and hard to have gay people accepted into public life and polite society. I don’t have a problem with that, but an archive clip of an interview with Sir Ian on this subject shows him naming Michael Barrymore as a high profile Funnyman who to Sir Ian’s delighht had by then been taken into the nation’s hearts. Sir Ian gave that interview before a sexually injured corpse was found in Barrymore’s swimming pool, a sexually injured corpse who’s presence in that pool has never been explained.

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Sir Ian only came out as gay in 1988, but his orientation was well-known in the acting world long before then. Sir Ian Bravely Spoke Out against Section 28, the insanity dreamt up by Thatcher’s Gov’t to prevent local authorities from ‘promoting homosexuality’ whilst kids in care in north Wales were imprisoned or killed lest anyone be in a position to testify that her mate Peter Morrison was abusing them. Section 28 was enacted in May 1988, which was after Alison Taylor and I had refused to keep quiet about Dafydd and the paedophiles and after Mary Wynch had done battle in court with them. So how about a grand gesture from a Gov’t of hypocrites who were knowingly colluding with the trafficking of kids in care for both heterosexual and homosexual tastes?

It was Jill Knight – now Baroness Knight – who introduced Section 28. Knight had some quaint ideas about gays – she was on record as stating that they were good with antiques – but she didn’t think that they should be promoted or indeed allowed to be parents. More importantly, Jill Knight was for years a member of the Monday Club, which was heaving with Tories who were concealing the abuse of children and contained a number who were actually abusing kids themselves. Jill was MP for Birmingham Edgbaston, 1966-97. Jill, having spent more than 30 years living cheek by jowl with the corrupt professionals who oiled the wheels of Dafydd’s trafficking gang and sent kids in care into his arms, I presume that you are well-acquainted with a man called Robert Bluglass, who virtually ran the NHS in Birmingham.

 

Sir Ian stated that he had to Do Something About Section 28, even if it ruined his career. Of course it did not ruin his career – everyone already knew that he was gay – in fact it did his career a great deal of good, he was hailed a Champ of the Oppressed. Which could have been very useful if there had been any service users knocking around who might have remembered Sir Ian or his mates utilising the services provided by Dafydd and Lucille.

In 2010 Sir Ian featured in TV adverts to support Age UK, which was formed from the merger of Age Concern and Help the Aged – Sir Ian gave his time free of charge. Paedophiles’ friend Margaret Hanson, the Vice-Chair of the Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board, was formerly the Chief Exec of Age Concern in North East Wales. Before that, Margaret was a children’s and family social worker and a Councillor in Cheshire. Whilst Dafydd’s paedophile gang operated in that county. Margaret’s husband David Hanson is the Labour MP for Delyn and the former PPS To Tony Blair.

Sir Ian’s former partner is Sean Mathias, a theatre and film director. Sean Mathias is described as being ‘Welsh-born’ – whether he is any relation of William Mathias, the esteemed late Welsh composer who was Prof of Music at UCNW for many years as well as a paid-up paedophiles’ friend (see post ‘Just A Language Divide?’), I don’t know.

Sir Ian was knighted in the New Years Honours 1991 – just like Sir Peter Morrison!

 

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Sir Ian at Manchester Pride 2010:

 

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Sir Roy Shaw – the Secretary General of the Arts Council, 1975-83 – also sat on Harold Wilson’s OU planning committee, along with a number of paedophiles’ friends (see post ‘Anthem For Doomed Youth’).

Shaw grew up in considerable hardship in Sheffield, but his schooling was terminated early as a result of Crohn’s disease. He left school young, worked first in a butcher’s shop and then at the ‘Sheffield Telegraph’ and for Sheffield Library. Shaw gained a place at the Quaker college at Woodbrooke, Birmingham, for a pre-university course in 1941. Previous posts have mentioned the involvement of a number of Quakers in the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal. Shaw later went to Manchester University, graduating in 1946.

While at Manchester University Sir Roy was an editor of the journal, ‘Humanitas’, along with Herbert McCabe, who later became a Dominican priest. In 1946, Shaw married Gwenyth Baron. They had seven children, including the Sussex University sociologist Professor Martin Shaw and the journalist Phil Shaw. Martin Shaw is a member of the Labour Party, a former International Socialist and was active in E.N.D. and other leftist groups.

 

In 1946, Sir Roy Shaw was appointed a tutor for the WEA in the East Riding of Yorkshire. In 1947, Shaw became a Lecturer in the Department of Extra-Mural Studies at the University of Leeds and in 1958 he was appointed Director of the Leeds University Adult Education Centre in Bradford. Shaw organised art exhibitions, concerts, and visits by theatre and opera groups.

There was organised sex offending in the Leeds and Bradford areas as well as in the wider Yorkshire region as long  the late 1940s – the situation was considerably inflamed by Jimmy Savile just a few years later. People involved in adult education/sociology/community studies will have known about it.

In 1962 Shaw was appointed Head of Adult Education at the University of Keele, which had a long running problem with paedophiles and those who protected them working there. Keele gave Shaw a Chair in 1967. While at Keele Shaw became a BBC Governor and a Governor of the  British Film Institute and it was at that time that he became involved in the foundation of the OU.

Shaw was the theatre critic of ‘The Tablet’, 1990-2000. He remained concerned with political issues, for example visiting Israel in 1994 to press for the release of the nuclear whistle-blower Mordechai Vanunu. In 2006, at the age of 88, Shaw Chaired the Celebrating Age festival in Brighton and Hove.

Shaw converted to Catholicism in 1955, but left the RC Church in the late 1960s and returned in the 1970s.

Shaw’s Indie obituary states that ‘he built Keele University’s outreach work in the Potteries and the surrounding villages’, that ‘he also became a national figure in the movement for second-chance education’ and that ‘he championed theatre in the round at the Victoria Theatre in Stoke-on-Trent, and loved music hall and comedians (especially Ken Dodd) as much as the classics’.

A long standing network of abusers targeting children in care with the usual knock-on effect on the mental health services/NHS existed in the Staffordshire area and my post ‘My Arse – It’s Tatifilarious’ details Ken Dodd’s links with those involved in the abuse of vulnerable people, including in north Wales.

Shaw also had dealings with Ruskin College, which educated many future Labour MPs (see post ‘A Study In Tyranny’). In the mid-1960s, Matt Arnold taught at Ruskin and Peter Howarth was a student of his. Arnold later became the Headmaster of Bryn Estyn when it bloomed into a major centre of paedophile activity and Howarth was one of the few who did actually end up going to prison for abusing boys there. Arnold and Howarth had previously worked together at Axwell Park Approved School in Gateshead, where the boys had been abused…

 

Shaw had a ‘passionate conviction’ that funding the arts was the state’s job – not that of private benefactors or commercial sponsors. At Shaw’s retirement party in 1983 he asked the then Arts Minister The Gowrie whether he had read the paper Shaw prepared on developing wider access to the arts, which The Gowrie had not even acknowledged. The Gowrie replied ‘Oh, yes, but my main concern is to foster the growth of business sponsorship.’

So it was either state-funded sexual exploitation or sexual exploitation funded by corporate sponsorship. It was a win-win situation for Dafydd et al. What nobody would do was expose what was going on. Shaw’s obituary in the Torygraph illustrates the difficulties that anyone alleging the existence of organised Naughtiness In High Places will face:

 ‘[Shaw’s] showed his wide browsing on the matter — he was able to pose such questions as “Did Orson Welles read Bertrand Russell?” — and it also contained attacks on such Conservative enemies as Kingsley Amis, Alistair McAlpine and Norman St John-Stevas. Shaw had once been on first-name terms with St John-Stevas but, following the latter’s appointment as Arts Minister, was riled when he found himself required to address him as “Minister” and gratefully wait for meetings “like a papal audience”….Margaret Thatcher was keen that sponsorship should play as great a role as subsidy, and the Arts Council often struggled to justify its own existence. Yet the forces within it were frequently so politically opposed that there was little coherence in policy, and attempts to compensate for Conservative policies resulted sometimes in support for wildly self-indulgent work.

Shaw was sentimental about the arts and the status the Arts Council gave him. “Who can deny,” he wrote, “that to sit in a box at the Royal Opera is a delightful experience — diminished only by twinges of regret that so many of the people one had lived with in the North or the Midlands could not share the delight? Who could fail to be excited by those glamorous annual theatrical dinners and lunches where you saw most of the famous actors you could think of — and talked to several you knew personally?”

Literature, Shaw conceded, was “a problem area”. More specifically, he disliked the Director of Literature, Charles Osborne. “I felt it my duty to try and persuade him to resign and devote himself more fully to the writing and broadcasting from which I had the impression he earned almost as much as his Council salary.”

Reviewing ‘The Arts and the People’, Osborne hit back: “Of the four Secretaries General with whom I worked, he was the only one who tended to wave his politics about like an offensive weapon. If one stood up to his hectoring manner, he could be quite genial. If one did not have the temperament to defend oneself, he could behave like the worst kind of bully.”

Shaw angrily denied that he was Left-wing and obsessed with adult education. He pointed to the occasions when he had advocated the withdrawal of grants to various Left-wing theatre groups. None the less, as Secretary General, he gave his support to the cause of North-West Spanner, a Left-wing alternative theatre company that had its grant removed at the behest of a Right-wing local councillor in 1977.

The resulting furore brought together a coalition of actors, theatre groups and leading intellectuals, who complained of political censorship and succeeded in having the money restored. In a way, it was the political theatre’s only tangible victory of the decade; but it was also a caricature of militant aims.

They had won the right to be employed by their avowed enemies, thus arguing the case for a system they were wholly opposed to. Subsequently, some of Spanner’s actors researched a play set in a hospital and so enjoyed the experience of real work that they became hospital porters…

He also turned his mind to policies for the arts and became an unpaid adviser to Jenny Lee, who, under Wilson, was Britain’s first Arts Minister. When the Conservatives were returned to power, Jenny Lee was replaced by Lord Eccles, who retained Shaw and appointed him an unpaid member of the Arts Council in 1972. Three years later Shaw was appointed Secretary General. ‘Private Eye’ noted the appointment of a “provincial academic” to an “Establishment” position.’

It will not have been a coincidence that Shaw, the ‘provincial academic’ was appointed to an ‘establishment’ position. He was a provincial academic who had spent years working in a region that was the hub of organised sex abuse and had worked in the institutions and settings in which that abuse was a substantial problem. Every Gov’t was concealing the same criminality as it snowballed – Shaw will have proved useful to all of them.

Lord Eccles was the Arts Minister, 1970-73, under Ted Heath. Lord Jack Donaldson succeeded Eccles as Arts Minister and remained there throughout Wilson’s and then Callaghan’s administrations. Jack Donaldson is described as, among other things, a ‘prison reformer’ and an ‘Approved School manager’. Abuse of children in Approved Schools was endemic and I don’t think that Jack was very effective where reforming prisons was concerned. Donaldson was a junior Minister at the N Ireland Office, 1974-76, so he’ll also have been in on the shagfest that was the Kincora Boys’ Home and the lengths that everyone went to in order to conceal that. Donaldson was Chairman of the National Consumer Council, 1968-71. He left the Labour Party to join Dr Death and the gang in 1981.

Donaldson was succeeded as Arts Minister by Norman St John Stevas, (1979-81), who was indulging in the very same activities with under-aged boys as Sir Peter Morrison. St John Stevas was succeeded by Paul Channon, 1981-83, (see post ‘Is The Party Over Yet?’), who was succeeded by Earl Gowrie, 1983-85, who was succeeded by Richard Luce, 1985-90, (see post ‘The International Language Of Screaming’), who was succeeded by David Mellor, 1989-90 – who had previously worked in the Home Office and the Dept of Health – and so it continued.

Every one of these Arts Ministers had previously held responsibilities in which they had concealed serious organised sexual abuse. Which set them up very nicely for presiding over a Ministerial Dept responsible for theatre, arts and music, areas in which the sexual exploitation of young people was rife.

 

So organised sexual exploitation was being concealed across the political spectrum, by people involved in the Arts from a range of backgrounds with different notions of what the Arts should be, who they should serve and who should fund them. Most ludicrously, on a broader societal scale, sex offending was being concealed by the nations’s moralists as well as by the sexual liberators. Mary Whitehouse or Sir Ian McKellen? Neither was going to help the victims of Dafydd et al.

 

I enjoy using the phrase ‘Naughtiness In High Places’ because when Thatcher was in Gov’t, Brown’s brother and I read an old Monty Python book which detailed their spoof general election campaign involving the Silly Party, who’s manifesto was ‘destroying industry, raising unemployment and encouraging naughtiness in high places’. We were reading it just after the Cecil Parkinson scandal broke and Brown’s brother observed that the Tories had managed to implement the Silly Party’s manifesto, which left us rolling around laughing for a very long time. ‘Vote Wisely – Vote Silly. You Know It Makes Nonsense’. At that time, Graham Chapman’s penchant for having sex with under-aged boys was known, but no-one in showbiz mentioned a word… Graham was just gay and a zany Python. It might have helped that John Cleese was very friendly with a number of analysts and Top Docs who were concealing child abuse, some of whom were personally known to Dafydd. The John Cleese who featured in a 1987 party political broadcast for the SDP-Liberal Alliance.

This man was mates with some of those who’s signatures are on documents in my possession, detailing serious criminal activity on their own part:

The Lord Owen
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Dr Death knew exactly what was happening and he knew that witnesses were locked up in Risley Remand Centre, the North Wales Hospital Denbigh and high security hospitals. You, Dr Death, need to cough and now. Dr Death’s former place of employment, St Thomas’s Hospital, served as the home of choice for those at the top of the pyramid of people who were ensuring that Dafydd et al never ever were held to account. Why Peter Hennessey gives Dr Death the time of day even when Hennessey trots around the Lords interviewing clapped out old farts who have caused so much damage I cannot imagine.

 

From 1977-83 Sir Roy Shaw was Visiting Professor at the Centre for Arts, City University London. Shaw died in Brighton, the location of John Allen’s brothels to which he trafficked kids in care from north Wales and the site of the firebombing which killed the five witnesses in April 1992.

The Guardian’s obituary of Shaw provides us with a bit more information regarding the reach of his tentacles and his self-interest:
As a member of the British delegation to the first world conference of culture ministers, in Venice in 1970, he greatly impressed Lord (David) Eccles… Preserving the integrity of bodies such as the Royal Shakespeare Company, capable of box-office successes but needing public support for their core work, was a continual concern. Opera brought out even more vividly what was important to Shaw. After he persuaded local government to match Arts Council funding, English National Opera North opened in Leeds with Saint-Saëns’s Samson et Dalila in 1978; since 1981 it has continued as Opera North. On the other hand, in 1990, after he had left the council, he criticised the Royal Opera House in London as “the least accessible arts institution in Britain”…

Again, he met opposition from the more artistically haughty among the staff and council members, and had at first to turn to the Gulbenkian Foundation for funding. However, the highly successful initiative was soon imitated by other arts organisations and the education department became a valued part of the council’s activities.

Shaw became an organising tutor for the North Yorkshire district of the Workers’ Educational Association. Within a year, Sidney Raybould, who was building a formidably committed extra-mural department at Leeds University, offered him a staff tutorship; he stayed for 13 years. The WEA district secretary, Fred Sedgwick, thought Shaw the best tutor in Yorkshire….[Whilst at Keele University] Shaw set up a fine, wide system, made some notable experiments in workers’ education, as with miners’ families in the village of Silverdale, and vigorously encouraged film and related studies.

‘The Guardian’ mentioned that Sir Roy, despite his Catholicism and his long service on ‘The Tablet’, ‘in the new century’, had ‘his faith’ was ‘shaken by events within the Catholic Church and after a brief period of attending Anglican services he finally ceased his lifelong quest and declared himself agnostic.’

I’m wondering if it might have been the tidal wave of allegations of child abuse that emerged from the Catholic Church ‘in the new century’ that shook Shaw’s faith so much, so he got the hell out of there before investigations began, nipped over to join the Anglicans, who then found themselves under fire in exactly the same way. At which point Sir Roy became an agnostic. I’m sure that there’ll be a group of agnostics somewhere abusing kids, Dafydd caters for a great many people, he’s all things to all men, no-one’s left out.

‘The Times’ also paid tribute to Sir Roy when he died: He arrived with a mission to open up the arts to working-class people, one that almost caused a deputation from the art form directors to the then chairman, Lord Gibson, though not for its socialist principles. Shaw had told them that they were too close to their clients, that they operated too much of an old boys’ network and that they needed to be more “clinically detached”. He avoided the threatened confrontation by talking his new colleagues through his intentions, but for some weeks they sported lapel badges reading, “I am clinically detached”.

I notice that Sir Roy borrowed a Top Docs notion. Top Docs are of course supposed to be ‘clinically detached’, it is supposed to protect them from becoming traumatised in the face of their patients’ suffering and it is also supposed to protect patients from things like sexual exploitation. Dafydd and his mates used the concept to dump patients after they had shagged them and then used it as an umbrella for ever after to refuse to answer questions or complaints etc.

Graham Ovenden was born in Hampshire, into a Fabian household and was taught music privately by Albert Ketelbey. He was a student at the Royal College of Music, before taking up painting around 1962. Ovenden was tutored by Lord David Cecil and John Betjeman. He attended the Southampton School of Art and graduated from the Royal College of Art in 1968.

Ovenden moved to Cornwall from Richmond-Upon-Thames in 1973 with painter Annie Ovenden and their family. He bought a cottage on Bodmin Moor with 22 acres of land and began constructing ‘Barley Splatt’, a neo-Gothic building.  

Ovenden was a founder of the Brotherhood of Ruralists in 1975, along with Graham Arnold, Ann Arnold, Sir Peter Blake, David Inshaw, Annie Ovenden and Jann Haworth. The Brotherhood is no longer extant, although in 2005 it had a major London exhibition at the Leicester Galleries. Ovenden’s daughter, Emily, is a writer and singer with the Mediaeval Baebes and Pythia.

Ovenden’s nude and semi-nude photographic portraits of young girls were published, as were his photographs of the children’s street culture in London taken in the late 1950s and early 1960s when Ovenden was a teenager. His book ‘Aspects of Lolita contains prints inspired by Vladimir Nabokov’s novel ‘Lolita’. A general monograph of his paintings, drawings, prints and photographs was published. Many other publications also contain his work . Ovenden’s work has also graced the covers of record albums and books. His work is in numerous collections, including the Victoria and Albert Museum, The Tate and the Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York.

In addition, Ovenden has curated numerous exhibitions, many featuring his extensive collection of antiquarian photographs. Ovenden and his work have been the subject of broadcasts and films, including ‘Lolita Unclothed’ for the series ‘World without Walls’ (ITV, Channel 4, 1993), ‘Stop The Week’ (BBC Radio 4, 1989), ‘Curious Houses with Lucinda Lambton’ (BBC-TV, 1987), ‘Bats in the Belfy – Home Sweet Home’ (ITV, 1987), ‘Robinson Country: The Painter’ (ITV, 1987), ‘Figures in a Landscape: The Brotherhood of Ruralists (BBC Radio 3, 1983) and ‘Summer With the Ruralists, a film produced and directed by John Read for the BBC (1978–79). In 2000, the British Library funded a formal interview with Ovenden as part of its ‘Oral History of British Photography’ series.

In 1980 Ovenden was prosecuted but found not guilty of fraud pertaining to his involvement in the production of hoax calotypes, purportedly images of Victorian street children by a photographer ‘Francis Hetling’. The images were actually taken by Ovenden’s friend, Howard Grey, and re-photographed and printed by Ovenden. Some of the images had been shown at the National Portrait Gallery.

Ovenden’s work has long been been controversial for its depiction of prepubescent girls. In 1991, as ‘States of Grace’ was being published, a set of proofs and a photograph for the book were seized by U.S. Customs and held for over seven months. In Feb 1992, the U.S. Department of Justice claimed that the work depicted ‘sexually explicit conduct’ and therefore was illegal to import, sell or own. During a court hearing one month later in the United States District Court, Eastern District of New York, a federal prosecutor identified page 54 as containing the sole offending image in the book, a substantial retreat from the initial position.

A hearing before Magistrate Zachary Carter was held on 28 May 1992. The hearing was attended by the subject depicted in the allegedly offending image, who was then 18 years of age, as well as the eminent photo-historian and critic, A.D. Coleman. Both witnesses were prepared to testify and gave written statements. The subject of the image on page 54 said:

I have known Graham Ovenden as a family friend for fourteen years – since I was four years old. I have modelled for Graham on numerous occasions – in fact, too numerous to count – for both his photographs and paintings. I have modeled for him both clothed and fully nude, both alone and with other children…. The portrait which the United States has charged as indecent is a portrait of me as I was eight years ago. I am not acting in a sexual way in the picture and Graham never asked me to sexual or treated me as a sexual object. The accusation that the image is ‘obscene’ is, to me, an accusation that I am ‘obscene,’ something to which I take offence.

A.D. Coleman’s prepared statement noted the many artistic qualities of the image which were inconsistent with their being labelled ‘lascivious’. Representatives of the American Civil Liberties Union were also in court to offer their brief and were joined by artists, art critics, administrators and various organizations, in opposition to the Gov’ts attempt to censor ‘States of Grace’.

Ovenden himself attested in writing as follows: ‘Symbolically speaking, we are dealing with feelings of the heart and the human yearning for Edenic simplicity – a state of grace, as it were, where there is neither sin nor corruption. The apple has yet to be eaten. The subject, of course, symbolizes this state in the photograph. At the same time, we see that the attainment of Eden is no easy task: the vulnerability of the child suggests, or rather confirms, the fragility of Eden, as well as its fleeting nature in the face of the concerns of the adult world and the demands of modernity’.

Ovenden may well have believed all this, but it reads curiously like Viz magazine’s art critic’s judgement when 14 yr old Jason hit the big time with ‘My Penis Smells Of Apples’.

 

In the face of the subject’s account of her experience of being photographed by Ovenden, the statements proffered by Ovenden and Coleman and the support of the ACLU and others, the government acknowledged defeat and returned the photograph and the proofs. Two months later the book was imported into the US.

On 21 May 1998, censors in New Zealand classified ‘States of Grace’ as UNRESTRICTED, ie. deemed suitable for all audiences. 

On 5 May 2000, the San Diego Public Library announced that it did not consider ‘States of Grace’ (as well as David Hamilton’s ‘Twenty Five Years of an Artist’) to contain child pornography and stated that both Ovenden and Hamilton are ‘contemporary and historically important photographers’ whose work is ‘culturally and artistically significant’. The determination was made in response to a ruling by a San Diego Superior Court judge that a man had photocopied images from those books ‘not for art’s sake but for sexual purposes’. In late Oct 2009, British customs permitted entry of Ovenden’s book, ‘States of Grace’, sent to a customer who purchased it at auction in the US on eBay. The auction price was $350.00.

A year later, in England, some of Ovenden’s photographs were confiscated by the Obscene Publications Squad from Scotland Yard but were returned after a campaign by Lord Jeremy Hutchison, Sir Hugh Casson and David Hockney.

Ovenden’s work ‘Five Girls’ and 29 other images in the permanent collection of the Tate were accessible online until Oct 2009, following the scandal that erupted over a photograph of Brooke Shields as part of the Tate Modern’s 2009 ‘Pop Life’ exhibit.

In 2009 Ovenden was charged with 16 counts of creating ‘indecent’ photographs or pseudo-photographs of children and two counts of possessing 121 ‘indecent’ photographs or pseudo-photographs of children. The 121 images are all versions or stages of the 16 works and had been deleted from Ovenden’s computer at the time his home was raided in 2006. The images were subsequently undeleted by police. The prosecution argued that these images were ‘indecent’. The defence argued that the works 121 images were temporary stages toward the creation of the 16 works, that those works constitute art and in no event were any of the works created with criminal intent. The Crown did not alleged that the images at issue depict any actual children.

On 22 Oct 2009, after less than two days of trial, the jury was discharged and a new trial date set. On 9 April 2010, after a five-minute hearing, the case was thrown out by the judge as two key prosecution witnesses – police officers who had searched his home three and a half years earlier – failed to appear in court. The police declined to comment and the CPS refused to disclose how much the investigation had cost the taxpayer. Graham Ovenden described the police as ‘totally and utterly transfixed by childhood sexuality’ and himself as ‘a controversial figure and, at the moment, a very angry old man’. The prosecution declined to launch an appeal.

On 19 April 2010, it was reported that the Child Abuse Investigation Team of the Metropolitan Police, the force which had carried out the three and a half-year investigation for the trial, was investigating Ovenden over allegations of child sex abuse. Ovenden said such allegations had been made at the start of the previous investigation and dropped, and that ‘the Metropolitan Police are being very vindictive about this’.

In March 2013, Ovenden went on trial at Truro Crown Court, accused with nine charges of indecency with a child and indecent assault on victims aged between six and 14. He denied the claims. On 2 April, Ovenden was found guilty of six charges of indecency with a child and one charge of indecent assault against a child. The charges came from adults who claimed they had been abused by Ovenden as children. Some of them involved claims that he abused children while they were posing for his pictures. The abuse charges related to incidents between 1972 and 1985. Ovenden was sentenced to 12 months imprisonment, suspended for two years. On 9 Oct 2013 the Appeal Court increased his sentence to an immediate prison term of 27 months.

Following Ovenden’s conviction, the Victoria and Albert Museum removed half of their 14 Ovenden images from its website and the Tate removed 34 of his images from its online collection. In 2015, District Judge Elizabeth Roscoe ordered that Ovenden’s personal collection of paintings and photographs, created by him and others, be destroyed, stating: ‘I have very little doubt that sexual gratification is, at the very least, part of Mr Ovenden’s reasons for making these images’. Ovenden responded to the press, saying: ‘I am a famous artist. I am an equally famous photographer and they are destroying material which has been in the public domain for over 40 years.’

 

The arguments over whether Ovenden’s images were obscene or not are fascinating, although no-one actually grappled with the fact that one cannot control the imaginations and fantasies of other people and that some people might actually have gained ‘sexual gratification’ from Ovenden’s work – as well as other people’s work – that definitely did not fall within any definition of ‘obscenity’. As a quip in Viz magazine said ‘If I sold nude photos of myself as a baby to paedophiles, would I be prosecuted?’ It is widely believed that Lewis Carroll had quite a thing about pre-pubescent girls, although his illustrations and photos were of children fully clothed. No-one has subjected his work to the purifying flames and I don’t think that they should. The real issue is that Graham Ovenden did abuse at least some children. He might not have abused all the kids who modelled for him and the former child model who gave evidence on his behalf may well have been quite correct that he never abused her and that she never felt abused. But he did abuse some children and there will have been people close to him who knew that his conduct was worrying. None of them spoke up and a lot of very big guns were prepared to do everything possible to ensure that Ovenden’s reputation remained unsullied.

Ovenden lived in Richmond-Upon-Thames until 1973. So he was there whilst the paedophile gang based in Richmond-Upon-Thames with links to Westminster and Whitehall which stretched right across London, to north Wales and to Europe was in operation, a paedophile ring which it is now admitted was protected by the very highest authorities (see post ‘Always On The Side Of The Children’). It is believed that some victims and witnesses were killed by that gang.

Graham Ovenden was almost certainly acting in the context of a wider group of child abusers.

Every time that a concern was raised about Ovenden, people’s defence of him was predicated entirely on stressing that he was a Very Important Person and Famous with it. He even said that himself. Then lots of other VIPs and Famous People would be wheeled out to testify to the quality of Ovenden’s work. What no-one did was to concern themselves with whether he was actually abusing children. He was.

Very Important People with Famous Friends seem to be very good at ensuring that the obvious is not asked about their conduct. Should those people be Top Doctors, the sound of other Top Docs screaming ‘but he is a very eminent man’ will drown out all other noise for the next few months. Won’t it Bluglass?

Cilla Black was a ‘star’. She was also a personal friend of a man who, along with his Top Doctor colleagues, was without doubt concealing a pan-European trafficking ring which killed some of the witnesses, the ring which included the Richmond-Upon-Thames contingent. Cilla Black may well not have known that, but we really should never be so naive as to believe that someone with famous friends or in possession of a medical degree cannot be a sex offender, because they can and I can name a few who are.

The state has now entrusted the IICSA – which is supposedly going to uncover the truth about organised child abuse – to the very people who caused the problem: social workers, Top Docs and lawyers. Of course not every member of these professions was actively abusing young people, but those professions have become institutionally corrupt and as a whole they concealed serious organised crime involving the mass sexploitation of vulnerable young people. The extent of the abuse that has been inflicted on people in the care of the state could never have happened if the state had not actively helped the abusers.

There is no point in the IICSA and there is no point in all the Me Tooing and the reassurances of the police that the paedos will be caught and ooh we’re building prisons for elderly sex offenders. You’re all bloody guilty, you knew what Dafydd and co were doing and you let them do it. You haven’t got the answers and all that you are doing is adding insult to injury. Excavate those bodies from the grounds of Denbigh, admit what went on so that people like me and Brown no longer have to be smeared and insulted by a gang of paedophiles and their friends and then bugger off and take Buck House and the House of Lords with you. Particularly Dr Death, the world has had quite enough of him.

 

Let us take a look at those who so robustly defended Graham Ovenden in 2001.

Jeremy Hutchinson QC was a barrister who stood as the unsuccessful Labour candidate in the 1945 General Election, when he received assistance in his campaign from Tony Benn.  Hutchison finally entered Parliament as a life peer in 1978 and eventually voted with the Lib Dems in the years after the SDP broke away from the Labour Party. Hutchison went to Stowe School and then Magdalen College Oxford. He was called to the bar at Middle Temple. So he will have known Sir Ronnie Waterhouse. Hutchison was in the Royal Navy Volunteer Reserve during WWII and served on the destroyer commanded by Lord Mountbatten (see post ‘The Defence Of The Realm’). Hutchison became a recorder of Bath and then a Crown Court judge, 1963-88. Jeremy Hutchison was Vice-Chair of the Arts Council of Great Britain; Trustee and then Chairman of the Tate; Chairman of the London Historic Museum Trust; and Professor of Law at the Royal Academy of Arts.

Hutchison was born into the heart of the Bloomsbury set, his parents were friends of Virginia Woolf et al. He was involved in some of the most memorable trials of the 20th century. He was a member of the defence team in the 1950 Lady Chatterley trial and he defended ‘Fanny Hill’. He led the defence at the 1965 trial of the art thief Kempton Bunton. Hutchison defended Christine Keeler and the spies George Blake and John Vassall; he defended Brian Roberts, the then Editor of the Torygraph and he defended Duncan Cambell in the ABC trial which was presented as a triumph over the vetting of juries by the security services. Hutchison also succeeded in getting Howard Marks acquitted after he was charged with drug trafficking and successfully led the defence for Michael Bogdanov in the 1982 ‘Romans In Britain’ trial.

The Guardian’s review of Thomas Grant’s 2015 book ‘Jeremy Hutchison’s Case Histories’ commented that Hutchison ‘cherished clients’ who were ‘amiable rogues’. Jeremy Hutchison was a highly entertaining performer in court and he had a following because of his challenges to what was perceived as establishment hypocrisy. However there was a high price paid by some for Jeremy having a laugh in court and some of his rogues were not that amiable. He succeeded in having Christine Keeler cleared on some charges – which in itself sounds great, Christine was a teenaged girl who was being eaten alive by friends of the Royal Family and those in Gov’t – but Hutchison did it by defaming Stephen Ward, who was the ultimate scapegoat in the Profumo Affair (see post ‘In Memoriam – Bronwen, Lady Astor’). Hutchison described Ward as ‘a perverted Professor Higgins’ and demolished his character in court. Yet privately Hutchison admitted that he knew that Ward was not what Hutchison portrayed him to be. Ward died as a result of the fall-out from that court case, allegedly by suicide – there are indications that if Ward did kill himself, he was he was given a good push by someone. ‘The Guardian’ review observed that Hutchison ‘had a job to do and he was very well paid’.

In the early 1990s I remember challenging a CPS prosecutor in Bangor Magistrates Court who knew that she was prosecuting me on the basis of the lies of the Top Doctors. She became very angry and told me not to ‘start on’ her, that ‘she was just doing her job’. Had her job been making cakes and I didn’t like the flavour of her cakes, she’d have had good grounds to tell me where to get off. But she wasn’t – she knew that she was smearing someone who was at the centre of a fit-up attempt by some very serious criminals. There must be SOMETHING in a lawyers code of conduct that allows them in such circumstances to refuse to act, even if they are a jobbing solicitor for the CPS. That was the CPS who did not mount one prosecution even when, after the 1991-93 police investigation into the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal, a file of hundreds of complaints was sent to the CPS.

I don’t know what the name of that lawyer was, but she was first language Welsh, had brownish hair and was pregnant at the time of the case. She sat in Bangor Magistrates Court, along with all the other lawyers in Gwynedd, as a gang of paedophiles fitted up witnesses. They all need to be asked to explain themselves.

As for ‘amiable rogues’ – Dafydd used to joke about being one. This led to Hergest patients taking the piss and making comments such as ‘of course Dr Dafydd Alun Jones didn’t murder Mary Wynch’s mother, he was just scrumping apples’. Dafydd could have been scrumping apples as well, but he was running a trafficking gang who were murdering victims. He wasn’t an amiable rogue, he was a dangerous offender.

Howard Marks, that other well-known scrumper whom Hutchison successfully defended, later admitted that he had been guilty of drug trafficking. George Blake admitted to being a spy, so Hutchison had to just go for mitigating circumstances, as he did in the case of John Vassall. Yet John Vassall undoubtedly had information about people in the Admiralty rather grander and more senior than himself who were doing things that they shouldn’t. Vassall was the fall-guy and Hutchison would have known that.

With regard to the ABC trial, that did go down in history as a triumph over the security services and state oppression and it sealed the reputation of the judge involved as being the voice of the common man against state corruption. Which was ludicrous, because the presiding judge was none other than Sir William Mars-Jones, a friend of Dafydd (and Ronnie Waterhouse) and someone who provided a very big umbrella for Dafydd and the paedophiles for decades.

Jeremy Hutchison’s obituary in ‘The Guardian’ was written by Geoffrey Robertson QC, the human rights lawyer who was Hutchison’s junior in the 1982 ‘Romans in Britain’ trial, which was brought by Mary Whitehouse. The trial famously collapsed amidst hilarity after Jeremy Hutchison ridiculed the claim of a witness to have seen a penis on stage during the play. The defence stated that it was an actor’s thumb that had been mistaken for a penis and in court Hutchison positioned his fingers around his groin such that his thumb was in an allegedly penis-like position. The court was entertained, Hutchison won the case and the witness became a national joke. Yet with regard to ‘Romans in Britain’, Robertson mentions that Hutchison disparaged an obviously ‘honest’ witness. It rather seems as though Robertson knew that the witness HAD seen a penis rather than, as Hutchison maintained, a thumb pretending to be a penis.

I was glad when Mary Whitehouse lost the ‘Romans in Britain’ trial because she was the most appalling old hypocrite. Neither would I be bothered if an actor did have his penis out on stage as alleged – it was during a scene in which a rape was being played. But I don’t think that Jeremy Hutchison should have undertaken a massive performance for the court, lied through his teeth and ridiculed a witness if Hutchison knew that the witness was telling the truth.

Geoffrey Robertson QC is the barrister who founded Doughty Street Chambers, which houses Theo Huckle QC, who, when he was Counsel General for Wales, maintained that there was no evidence of negligence in the way in which I had been treated by Dafydd and the paedophiles (see post ‘Theo Huckle QC’). Theo had copies of the 10,000 documents that I now have. There is documentary evidence of the most serious wrongdoing in the NHS, the social services, the probation service and the courts. In the words of a friend who saw those documents, evidence of ‘serious crime in every agency with whom you had ever had contact’.

Helena Kennedy QC also works at Doughty Street. St Helena is a former colleague of Michael Mansfield and also worked closely with Prof Nigel Eastman of St George’s Hospital Medical School. One of Helena’s books contains an acknowledgement and a thank you to Eastman (see post ‘Eve Was Framed – As Were A Lot Of Other People’). Nigel Eastman was one of those concealing the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles.

 

Jeremy Hutchison was a very well-connected man – his sister married a member of the Rothschild family and he married the actress Dame Peggy Ashcroft. He lived in London and in Sussex, ‘the heart of Bloomsbury country’. It was also where John Allen owned brothels to which he trafficked kids in care from north Wales and the area where five witnesses to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal were killed by a firebomb (see post ‘The Silence Of The Welsh Lambs’).

Jeremy’s second wife June, Lady Hutchison, was as impressive as Dame Peggy. June’s biological father was the lover of Coco Chanel, but he was unaware of her conception and subsequently died in a road accient. After her father’s death June’s mother married the 14th Earl of Westmorland and June subsequently inherited a substantial amount of money. June’s first husband was the pianist Franz Osborn, who died in 1958. June’s was a friend of Lady Diana Cooper, the aristocratic socialite who was a friend of Trumpers (see post ’95 Glorious Years!’). Diana Cooper was married to Duff Cooper, who served as Britain’s Ambassador to France, 1944-48. During this period, Lady Diana’s popularity as a hostess remained undimmed, even after allegations that the embassy guest list included ‘pederasts and collaborators’. There’s nothing like guests with a bit of integrity is there.

Anyone for one of Dafydd’s parties? I did hear about them, they’re legendary…

Diana Cooper tried to get June and Cecil Beaton together – although it was well-known that Beaton was a ‘confirmed bachelor’ ie gay, Beaton did have heterosexual liaisons as well. He began to take June out, dining with people like Francis Bacon and Lucian Freud. Beaton subsequently proposed to June twice but she turned him down. Meanwhile Rhoda Birley, the widow of the portrait painter Sir Oswald, tried to encourage June to marry Ted Heath. At the same time, June tried to persuade Rhoda to marry Heath herself. Whilst all this unfathomable matchmaking involving Ted Heath was going on, June became genuinely keen on Jeremy Hutchinson – who was married to Dame Peggy – and Jeremy and June began an affair. All the action happened whilst June lived at St John’s Wood – which was where Sir Ronnie Waterhouse lived.

‘In her spare time’ – presumably whilst refusing to marry Cecil Beaton and Ted Heath, yet trying to persuade other people to marry Ted Heath and whilst shagging Jeremy Hutchinson – June ‘worked for the mentally handicapped’. She had previously worked as an Angel during WWII.

My post ‘The Old Devils’ details the paedophiles’ friends who ‘worked with the mentally handicapped’ in north Wales, helping them to ‘explore their sexual needs’. Dafydd’s mate Cledwyn Williams was Assistant Director of Social Services, 1983-96, whilst the whole of north Wales was being run for the benefit of Dafydd’s sex trafficking ring.  Cledwyn was responsible for mentally handicapped services and for the all-Wales strategy for people with learning disabilities. After this, he became Director of Social Services for Conwy.

Here he is, but I don’t think that I’d want to explore my sexual needs with a man in a cardigan like this, I’d be fumbling with those buttons:

Cledwyn Williams

 

June Hutchison’s friendship with Heath lasted for a decade. It became known to the general public and to some extent provided cover for her more secret relationship with Hutchinson and possibly for a few things that Heath might have been doing. June was quoted as saying that Heath was ‘a wonderful politician, and would make a great leader’. Er, I don’t remember him being that successful as PM actually June. ‘Who governs Britain?’ ‘Not you, we’ve just voted you out’.

The press noticed that June and Ted were ‘near’ each other on skiing holidays in Switzerland; when there were rumours of marriage she remarked: ‘It is much harder at 45 than at 25. One sees so many failures, don’t you think?’ Well one does in the circles that June moved in, but then targeting Ted Heath as a future husband is probably not going to lead to lifelong marital bliss.

Heath accompanied June to the film premiere of ‘The Yellow Rolls-Royce’ in 1965 and to the reception afterwards at Claridge’s. When pressed to comment, Heath replied: ‘We are just very friendly. I don’t think there’s any more to say. She is also a good friend of Mr Anthony Asquith, who directed the film.’ June was a good friend of quite a few other people as well, including Jeremy Hutchison and her mate Diana was a hostess of pederasts.

In July 1965, shortly before Peggy Ashcroft became aware of the affair with Hutchinson (she was soon to cite June in her divorce proceedings), June said of Heath: ‘He has a woman behind him. I am right behind him, urging him on. He’s a most attractive and wonderful man. No woman in her heart could feel otherwise.’

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‘Don’t fancy yours much June’.

 

Years later however, June said that Heath had never so much as held her hand, let alone breathed a word of love.

In May 1966 Hutchinson and June were married. Cecil Beaton, to whom June had confided her decision to marry, wrote a letter of support; Heath was somewhat put out at first, though in 1971, after he became PM, he invited the Hutchinsons to Chequers and showed them his bedroom, telling them that it was not normally the PM’s bedroom, as nothing would induce him to sleep in a room previously occupied by Wilson.

At a summer party given by the American Mrs John Barry Ryan in the 1980s, Heath approached June to enquire, somewhat prematurely, about her plans for Christmas. After he had moved on, a fellow guest – who was aware of the earlier friendship – was eager to hear what June might say. ‘He’s become awfully fat,’ she volunteered, which sounds like the sort of thing that Oscar Wilde would have said if he was asked if he’d had sex with someone. Although being fat was probably the least offensive thing about Ted Heath.

 

I have discussed Jeremy Hutchison at length not just because I find the subject matter fascinating, but to illuminate the social circle of some of those who have been accused of involvement in organised sexual abuse and who in return have shrieked with indignation that of course they have done no such thing, how very dare you, they are famous and important and their accusers are no more than nutters, druggies or petty criminals. Hutchison and his associates really did not conduct themselves very well at all in their personal lives. It is true that as a barrister Hutchison exposed hypocrisy which is very welcome, but he also concealed the crimes of some powerful unpleasant people whom he knew damn well could use the lower orders in any way in which they wanted, then completely shaft them if they complained and if necessary drive them to suicide or indeed proffer that as an explanation when their victims were found dead. It really is not just all a bit of Bloomsbury fun – it resulted in people trying to murder Brown and me.

As for those shrieking ‘how very dare you’ about this blog, I can only respond with:

Look at my face – am I bovvered?

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And if you don’t all start fessing up and indeed shutting up on the ‘how very dare you’ front, I’ll carry on blogging until I’ve evolved into this:

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Sir Hugh Casson pitched in with Jeremy Hutchison to defend Graham Ovenden. Sir Hugh Casson was discussed in my post ‘Heart Of Darkness’. He was Director of Architecture for the Festival of Britain, had his own TV series in the 1980s and was President of the Royal Academy. Sir Hugh was a close friend of the Royal Family and taught Prince Charles how to paint in watercolours. Casson also knew Sir Ronnie Waterhouse.

David Hockney also defended Ovenden. Hockney is probably the UK’s most well-known 20th century artist. He was born in and grew up in Bradford, but since the mid-60s has spent much time living in California. He owns property in London as well as properties in California. Hockney has been openly gay for years and his name was given to me a long time ago as one high profile artist whom it said was advancing the careers of boys who had been his sexual partners. Hockney established the Hockney Foundation in 2008. In 2012, Hockney was estimated to be worth £36 million.

On the morning of 18 March 2013, Hockney’s 23 year old assistant, Dominic Elliott, died as a result of drinking drain cleaner at Hockney’s Bridlington studio. He had also earlier drunk alcohol and taken cocaine, ecstasy and temazepam. It was reported that Hockney’s partner drove Elliott to Scarborough General Hospital where he later died. The inquest returned a verdict of death by misadventure and Hockney was never implicated. In November 2015 Hockney sold his house in Bridlington for £625,000, cutting all his remaining ties with the town.

Scarborough was a town which was effectively run by Jimmy Savile until Savile’s death in 2011. I have been told by two different sources that the medical services in the region have been completely colonised by those involved with child sexual exploitation and the distribution of class A drugs. Both my informants contacted me after they heard that I had uncovered the same situation in north Wales.

Dafydd has had links with Yorkshire for years and used to hold clinics at the Queen’s Hotel in Leeds, which was one of Savile’s hang-outs. Savile visited Bryn Estyn and one boy claimed that he was raped by a group of men whilst Savile watched.

 

My post ‘No-One Is Innocent’ discussed the ‘Welsh Bloomsbury set’ who use to rent cottages in Cwm Croesor in Merionydd from the landowner Sir Clough Williams-Ellis during the middle years of the 20th century. At least one of their victims was hauled off to the North Wales Hospital Denbigh as a young distressed woman with an inconvenient pregnancy and she did not emerge again until she was an old lady. Bertrand Russell was a friend of this group and Russell too was most enthusiastic about the use of Top Doctors to diagnose schizophrenia in and then deal with members of his family who pissed him off (see post ‘So Who Was Angry About What?’). Whilst reading about Jeremy Hutchison and his circle, again and again I noticed the names of people who were, or were associated with, those who gathered at Croesor. Very little has been published about them, but the historian Eric Hobsbawm, who rented a second home off Clough for years, wrote a chapter about Croesor in his 2003 autobiography, ‘Interesting Times: A Twentieth Century Life’.

Eric Hobsbawm wrote about the souring of relationships between the English visitors and some of the residents of Cwm Croesor in the late 1970s. The Hobsbawms, like a number of other regulars, finally stopped visiting. Eric Hobsbawm attributed the hostility partly to the rise of Welsh nationalism – but then Hobsbawm and his family were European Jews who watched Hitler come to power, which left him with a loathing of nationalism of any kind. However Hobsbawm told me that he believed that a great deal of the strife at Croesor was related to the possible closure of Croesor School, which was for some reason held up as a beacon of all that was excellent about north Wales. A number of other people told me that the irony was that the school would have closed down many years previously had it not been for a group of enthusiastic English migrants to the area who drove their children a considerable distance to Croesor School, although it was a Welsh-medium school.

Other people told me that the bad feeling was partly because the second homers and visitors were well-off, rather privileged people and that was very noticeable in comparison to the local people, most of whom had very little. I was told by one local person who did like the visitors and was friendly with them that the visitors’ holiday homes were often better than the only residences of the locals and furthermore that Clough was prepared to spend time and money restoring the second homes for his friends in a way that he never did for local people who rented property from him.

The death knell for the summer crowd at Croesor occurred after Clough’s grandson Robin Llywelyn sent letters to the second homers telling them that he was terminating their tenancies – this happened in the late 1970s or thereabouts. There was a great deal of upset, with second homers who had been friends with Robin’s grandfather and tenants for decades feeling very sore. They did have to go, there was no choice, because Robin stated that he would only rent properties to local people. When I first heard about this, it all sounded a little odd. Not just that these were his grandfather’s mates, but that Robin was, I was told, a member of Plaid and greatly concerned about the problems caused by second homes. Which is understandable, but as the second homers pointed out, the cottages that they were living in had been abandoned. Croesor is a lovely village, but there is no employment there, no public transport and one can see abandoned properties in the area all over the place. Young people who grew up in the village told me that it was great there, but they wanted to leave and they did.

Furthermore Robin Llywelyn is from a family belonging to the landed gentry who many Welsh people would consider to be English, although the correct categorisation would be ‘Anglo-Welsh’. Clough himself didn’t really speak Welsh, he was sent to a English public school and he wasn’t expected to mix with the local people. He was posh and that was how posh people of his generation behaved.

Then I was told by several local people who had lived at Croesor that Robin was not quite as concerned for their housing needs as might be presumed. They complained that nothing was ever repaired, that the rents were still top whack and furthermore that Balfour Beatty were managing the estate. At the time, one could see Balfour Beatty notices everywhere in Croesor, that’s who you had to speak to if you wanted to rent somewhere.

Balfour Beatty is a global multinational company and it does not have an unsullied reputation. It has been at the centre of a number of controversies and scandals. In Oct 2005, Balfour Beatty were found guilty of breaching health and safety laws and were fined £10 million for their involvement in the Hatfield rail crash. The crash resulted in the death of four people and injured more than 70. Among the company’s many acquisitions was GMH Military Housing, a US-based military accommodation business, for £180m in Feb 2008.

In March 2009, Balfour Beatty was found to be a subscriber to the Consulting Association, a firm which then prosecuted by the UK Information Commissioner’s Office or breaching the Data Protection Act by holding a secret database of construction workers details, including union membership and political affiliations and six enforcement notices were issued against Balfour Beatty companies. As of Jan 2010, individual workers had started suing the company for being on the blacklist. The first of these cases however, was ruled in favour of the company.

Balfour Beatty was subsequently one of eight businesses involved in establishing the Construction Workers Compensation Scheme in July 2014, though the scheme was condemned as a ‘PR stunt’ by the GMB union and as ‘an act of bad faith’ by Parliament’s Scottish Affairs Select Committee. In Dec 2017, UNITE announced it had issued high court proceedings relating to blacklisting against 12 major contractors including Balfour Beatty.

Er – we’ve got some conflicting loyalties emerging here. UNITE, that proud defender of everything NHS, who wave their credentials in terms of their support for Angels at every opportunity possible, were shafted by the folk who managed Democratic Robin’s country estate.

From what I discovered – perhaps readers could enlighten me if I’ve got this wrong – Robin’s Democracy and Welshness really began to swell his heart in the late 1970s. One thing that I do know is that Dafydd and the paedophiles destroyed a few of the local people at Croesor and that some of the summer crowd knew about Dafydd and Gwynne. The Croesor summer crowd were an object of fun for some locals, other people watched them as curious and exotic specimens and they were also the subject of a certain amount of gossip, on account of the nudist swimming, extra-marital relationships and various other aspects of their lifestyle which were inconsistent with what one might imagine of Nonconformist north Wales. Bertrand Russell seems to have done some pretty dreadful things to people and he was indeed a sexual predator, but from what I could work out, many of the summer visitors were quite upfront about their Bloomsburyesque habits. They certainly weren’t carrying on like Dafydd and giving lecturers to the Welsh Baptist Union explaining how learning Bible verses in Welsh as a child can protect one against a ‘serious moral collapse’ in later life, whilst they flogged class A drugs and ran a sex trafficking gang (see post ‘A Serious Moral Collapse’).

By the late 1970s, Dafydd and Gwynne were causing ructions. There was such serious mismanagement at UCNW that in 1979 Dafydd Wigley asked Shirley Williams to hold a public inquiry into the paedophiles’ friend Sir Charles Evans’s running of the college. It was in 1979 that Dafydd Alun Jones illegally imprisoned Mary Wynch and the spotlight was upon north Wales once more. Dafydd and the paedophiles really didn’t need that because business was booming, Dafydd’s associates had opened children’s homes right across north Wales and the homes were all part of the same trafficking organisation. Dafydd Wigley will have known all about it, despite his request to Shirl. Shirl knew about it as well. North Wales was having to deal with the massive problems caused by the Westminster Paedophile Ring but no-one dared admit that was what was at the root of so much of the rot.

Gwynedd County Council and elements in Plaid were making electioneering capital out of issues such as independence for Wales, second homes, the Welsh language and the closure of small schools. These are important issues, but whereas Plaid were happy to flag them up, the havoc caused by a paedophile gang operating across the whole region was ignored, or blamed on other factors. Down in south Wales, the Windbag was basing his future leadership bid on his opposition to devolution and attributing the problems in the schools in Gwynedd to the Welsh language policy of Gwynedd County Council. The Windbag forgot to mention that the real problem was a gang of child abusers – probably because his wife was a school teacher from Holyhead and her parents were friends with Lord Cledwyn, one of the people who had covered up for Dafydd and Gwynne for years. And of course everyone remained busy ignoring George Thomas’s molesting of children (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’).

After about 1977, no-one expected Labour to win another election, it was taken as read that Thatch would be PM. Peter Morrison was by then the Tory MP for Chester and had been one of Thatcher’s key supporters for the leadership after Heath had been shoved out. Morrison was also abusing kids in care in north Wales and this was quite widely known. Morrison was being protected by, among others, Gerald Cavendish Grosvenor, the Duke of Westminster. His fortune was worth about £9 billion and there was much wailing and gnashing of teeth regarding the strategies that he was using not to pay income tax on it. I’m fairly sure that I read that Grosvenor left the Conservative Party after tax changes were either proposed or implemented that would result in Grosvenor having to stump up. People with a great deal of wealth do tend to like to hang onto it. Particularly if they own family estates – it’s not just about the dosh then, it’s also about their history and their children’s inheritance.

Just imagine what would have happened to Democratic Welsh Robin if Thatcher’s Gov’t had fallen as a result of a scandal involving one of her friends and Ministers sexually abusing children in care in north Wales. A Labour Gov’t would have taxed the arse off Democratic Welsh Robin. Some of those free-living bohemians whom Democratic Welsh Robin had booted off of his estate were privileged in comparison with local people, but they were a load of old lefties who were involved with anti-nuclear and other radical causes. Some of them were also famous – E.P. Thompson and Eric Hobsbawm were regulars in magazines like ‘The New Statesman’ and ‘Marxism Today’.

There was someone else who lived down in Croesor as well long ago who might well have found out what Dafydd and Gwynne were doing – he was a young American who was a draft-dodger and had come to the UK to avoid Vietnam. He ended up with the radicals down in Croesor and I was told that he stayed there for quite a long time. He later became a US Senator. Some of the draft-dodgers did pretty well for themselves didn’t they Bill?

‘I did not have sexual relations with that woman.’

Oh yes you did!

‘There was no evidence of a paedophile ring in north Wales involving Westminster figures.’
Really? Just go and ask that Senator…  He could hardly have forgotten this:

Dr Dafydd Alun Jones

 

The first time that I saw D.G.E. Wood literally blanch was following the row when I complained about Gwynne and after Brown had his first article published in the ‘Journal Of Radical Philosophy’ – I told Wood that Brown was thinking of writing for ‘Marxism Today’… I attributed Wood looking like death to being dim and a ‘Daily Mail’ reader – which he was, I am not simply saying that to insult Wood, he did like his ‘Daily Mail’. That’s the ‘Daily Mail’ that was unbelievably offensive about Eric Hobsbawm after he died and of course who also put the boot into Ed and David’s dad Ralph Miliband when he died. Ralph Miliband was mates with Eric Hobsbawm, E.P. Thompson and the New Left contingent. Ralph had also worked at Leeds University and I bet that he knew about the Westminster Paedophile Ring as well, particularly as Ed’s Uncle Harry – who’s passion for the NHS was enough to move Ed to tears every time that Ed remembered Uncle Harry – Ralph’s brother-in-law, was a Top Doctor at Tommy’s whilst his colleagues, some of whom were mates with Dafydd, concealed the Westminster Paedophile Ring.

After Ralph Miliband died, the ‘Daily Mail’ published their famously insulting article about him, entitled ‘The Man Who Hated Britain’. One of the men who hated Britain so much that he ensured that not a word was ever published about the rot at the heart of the British establishment that led to people being murdered to keep a lid on the barrel of shit that is the Westminster Paedophile Ring was Paul Dacre.

 

Paul Dacre has just announced his intention to resign as the Editor of the ‘Daily Mail’. On the ‘Today’ programme two days ago, those wonderful old Glendas Ann Leslie and Polly Toynbee were arguing the toss about how much good or otherwise Dacre had done the nation as a publisher of bigoted bile. Ann thought that Dacre was great ‘but his language is terrible’. ‘Private Eye’ refers to Dacre as ‘the double cunting Dacre’ on the grounds that Dacre often strings the c word together when he’s really riled. He hadn’t better do that in front of Dafydd, all I did was call Dafydd a wanker and Dafydd used this as evidence that I was not ‘mentally normal’ and dangerous to boot and then Bluglass agreed. On another occasion I said ‘bugger’, so Dafydd rang the police and reported me.

I don’t know whether Dafydd has ever scene the film ‘Wish You Were Here’, but the scene in which the batty old psychiatrist has the piss taken out of him by a swearing teenager pretty much described Dafydd’s interactions with his own patients.

Poll maintained that Dacre had left nought but a legacy of racism and sexism, but Ann Leslie laughed like a drain and told Poll that the Daily Mail’s campaigns had been rather more successful than the Guardian’s campaigns. Neither of the Glendas has ever published on the deaths of kids in care and mental health patients in north Wales. The Sindie, ‘The Observer’ and ‘Private Eye’ went there of course in 1992 and were successfully sued by one of the police officers who was abusing the kids in care.

Since the double cunting Dacre announced his intention to resign, it has been stated that the next editor of the ‘Daily Mail’ will be another man who might well hate Britain enough not to publish anything about Dafydd, but we’ll have to wait and see – the next Editor will be Geordie Greig. Geordie Greig is a member of White’s club. Other members of White’s include Prince Charles (he held his stag party there before marrying Diana), Prince William and Norman Lamont. Sir Peter Morrison was a member, as was Gerald Cavendish Grosvenor. David Cameron was a member of White’s until 2008 when he resigned because White’s refused to admit women. Cameron’s father Ian had been a member for donkey’s years and was the former Chairman. So who let Morrison in then?

Greig is the Editor of the ‘Mail On Sunday’. He previously worked on ‘The Sunday Times’ and has also been the Editorial Director of ‘The Independent On Sunday’ and ‘The Independent’. Greig might well have been Editorial Director of The Indie and the Sindie when they published the article naming Gordon Anglesea as a child abuser which caused Anglesea to sue them and win nearly £400k damages. In 2016 Anglesea was jailed for the historical abuse of kids in care in north Wales. My posts ‘Y Gwir Yn Erbyn Y Byd’   and ‘Y Gwir Yn Erbyn Y Byd – A Few Additional Comments’ detail why I think that George Carman QC, who acted for the newspapers against Anglesea, threw the trial. It wasn’t long before that trial that the five witnesses were killed by the firebomb in Brighton. Weeks after the trial, Mark Humphreys, who gave evidence against Anglesea was found dead, hanging from the stairwell in the block of flats in Wrexham where he lived.

Geordie Greig’s sister was a Lady-in-Waiting to Diana.

CRASH!!!

If Mr Greig wants to stay alive, perhaps he’d better keep away from tunnels and be very careful what he publishes. He’s going to have to be another man who hates Britain.

Geordie Greig: hack who mastered media politics to rise to the top

 

The Croesor lefties could have caused havoc if they’d gone public about Dafydd and the paedophiles. Not only would Democratic Welsh Robin have received a great deal of very unwelcome publicity, but his bank balance would have suffered as well.

Democratic Welsh Robin runs the family business, which is of course Portmeirion Ltd. The most famous branch of the business is the Italianate village which Clough built and where the 1960s TV series ‘The Prisoner’ was filmed, but there’s also the shops, the hotel, the restaurant and the other restaurant. Everything related to Portmeirion is really very nice, but it is rather expensive. Very expensive. Well beyond the pockets of the local people…

Democratic Welsh Robin holds a rock festival every year, Festival No 6. Like everything Portmeirion, it is expensive and many of the visitors are affluent people from England. In 2012 Festival No 6 was particularly proud to headline a local boy made good – Gruff Rhys from Llanllechid, who made it big with the Super Furry Animals, just as the investigations into the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal began. Gruff Rhys’s dad was Ioan Bowen Rees, who was the Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council whilst the paedophile gang caused havoc in Gwynedd children’s homes. It was Ioan who appointed Dafydd’s mistress Lucille Hughes as Director of Social Services for Gwynedd. Read all about Ioan’s son’s rise from a schoolboy who practised his music with his friends in the village where I used to live – as people tried to set fire to my house – to international superstar, in my post ‘The International Language Of Screaming’.

I’ll just remind readers here that a Welsh speaking psychiatric social worker was appointed sometime in the late 60s/70s and he lived in the Croesor area. This was presented as a triumph for democracy, because the poor sods targeted for incarceration and lobotomy by Dafydd and Gwynne could now be ‘assessed’ in their first language. Which is important, but if the person speaking your first language is working for Dafydd and Gwynne – who were also first language Welsh – and he’s helping them run a sex trafficking ring, you are still going to be in very deep water.

Democratic Welsh Robin is Director of the family charity, the Susan Williams-Ellis Foundation. The Foundation states that it makes grants to organisations including those concerned with ‘community development/employment/children/young people…’

Python fans will remember the Tale of Brave Sir Robin, who ran away.

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As well as all the witnesses who can provide first hand accounts of Dafydd’s atrocious conduct, many years ago Dafydd declared himself to be a psychopath and discussed his psychopathology live on the radio. I missed this, but a lot of other people heard it, including Jackie Ehlen, the north Wales forensic psychiatry nurse who knows the truth behind the death of Dorothy Griffiths, the patient who’s body was found in a bathroom at Ysbyty Gwynedd and at whose inquest NHS staff told a pack of lies (see post ‘Inside Information About A Hergest Unit Death’). Jackie Ehlen was used by the paedophile gang to deal with all those dangerous patients who had complained about Dafydd. Jackie was up late one night, listening to the James Whale Radio Show when Dafydd rung in and talked about himself being a psychopath. James Whale interviewed him live.

James Whale presented that show in the late 1980s. So whilst the world called Alison and me liars and our complaints remained either uninvestigated or were investigated by the likes of Robert Bluglass who then used the process as an excuse to make serious unfounded allegations against us, whilst the dead bodies of patients and kids in care were turning up everywhere and while everyone reassured everyone else that there were ‘no concerns’ in north Wales, Dafydd rang up James Whale and made a confession.

But then Jimmy Savile wrote about making an arrangement with the police to allow him to sexually use a teenaged runaway in his autobiography.

The James Whale Radio Show was produced by Yorkshire TV. In June 1989 Yorkshire TV approached Alison Taylor with a view to making a film about child abuse in north Wales and in Sept 1989 Alison was filmed extensively by Yorkshire TV. In Feb 1990, Yorkshire TV abandoned their programme about abuse in north Wales. Although Dafydd had rung them in the early hours and fessed up.

Dafydd was often up and about all night. He crashed into police stations and even into the North Wales Hospital at midnight to see me and a former social worker admitted that Dafydd would turn up to conduct ward rounds at 3 am. He would answer his phone at any time of the night – which certainly entertained Hergest patients when they wanted a bit of fun – lest it was a celebrity criminal ringing, in need of extraction from trouble.

Here are the key characters from ‘Open All Hours’:

 

One of those who ran the paedophile gang for Dafydd and Lucille was called Glanville rather than Granville.

No wonder Thatch relied upon the services of Dafydd to keep her in power, she had a thing about grocer’s shops.

‘There is no evidence that Dr Jones ever behaved anything other than professionally and in his patients’ best interests.’

So ‘no-one knew’ where Dafydd was when he didn’t turn up to his clinics in Ysbyty Gwynedd, despite him being Open All Hours? Well we service users knew where he was. Sometimes he was at the Queen’s Hotel in Leeds and sometimes he was in the south of France ‘with a GP friend’. Because we were ringing him up when he was there. John Allen owned a villa in the south of France where kids in care were taken ‘for holidays’. One day Dafydd started mocking us when he was in France and telling us that as penniless service users we really couldn’t afford to go ringing him in the south of France on his mobile, Dafydd being one of the first in Wales to acquire a mobile. Well I’ve got news for Dafydd. Those calls to France cost us bugger all, because the phone box in Rachub was malfunctioning. All we had to do was put the first few 2 ps in and then it kept us connected for as long as we wanted.

 

 

Some more Bangor University staff who will know the details of the dirty tricks used by Prof Fergus Lowe to hold all the collaborators with Dafydd and the paedophiles over a barrel:

Dr Kevin Mundy aka the Fat Controller. Mundy was Fungus’s right hand man for years. Mundy was the henchman and was so often employed to do Fungus’s dirty work that a lot of people thought that Kevin Mundy was Fungus. Fungus was small and bald and used to sneak around incognito, whereas Kevin Mundy was big and aggressive and would be the one glowering in people’s faces up close and personal. Mundy was described to me as an ‘evil bastard’ and was Head of the euphemistically titled Planning Dept in Bangor University. The Planning Dept was colloquially called the House of Black Arts and it was known to be the place where wicked deeds were formulated by Fungus which would then be carried out by Mundy and his sidekick, the Poison Dwarf. I didn’t know the Poison Dwarf’s real name, he was Michael someone – he was even smaller than Fungus, but ginger. He was Musical, so often used to wear a bandana around his head, even with his suit when he was on Official Intimidating Business. I was told that the Poison Dwarf learnt all he knew at the knee of the Fat Controller and that the Fat Controller learnt all he knew ‘at the tit of Fungus’.

Dr Mundy will be delighted to know that Bangor University staff derived much entertainment from his role as a leading light and a preacher in a church in Bangor. I could hardly believe it when I was told, so someone showed me the video clips of the Fat Controller leading the singing and shaking the maracas at a ‘happy clappy’ church in Upper Bangor. It was fantastic, but we never knew how he had time to do it all as well as put Fungus’s wickedness into practice. The Fat Controller didn’t just sing and shake the maracas, he was writing prayers and holding group meetings, the lot.

So perhaps the Fat Controller and the Poison Dwarf would like to provide details of how Fungus was going to use his contacts with influential people who had colluded with Dafydd and the paedophiles to fit the Vice-Chancellor up for a criminal offence – after ‘blackening his name’ – whilst the VC was away from the University caring for his terminally ill wife, who didn’t survive the ‘care’ of the paedophiles’ friends at the Walton Centre, although a member of the paedophile gang survived a very similar illness at the same time and she was treated by the same Top Doctors. I heard from some Fungus acolytes about how everyone could forget about the VC now, because Fungus was going to be the only one who mattered. Oh and would Fungus’s Cunning Plan have been related to the theft of my computer by the brother-in-law of John McTernan, Blair’s policy adviser?

In the light of just how serious matters were and the number of people in high places – like Gov’t – who were involved, if the Fat Controller and the Poison Dwarf know anything about the letters from my lawyer which were opened before they arrived in my pigeonhole and were then even opened by someone in the Royal Mail when I had them sent to my house instead, please do tell. What about the obstacles and wires that were put across the end of my drive by someone who knew that I usually left the house before dark and would have driven straight into them, had I not been delayed that morning?

Then there was the violent attack on a woman in the grounds of my old Dept – it seems that the meathead who did that thought that he was assaulting me, but he got the wrong person.

Another accomplice of Fungus’s could also explain the background to his orders from Fungus to intimidate my PhD supervisor’s wife out of her job at the University – the accomplice in question being one Prof Lew Hardy, a specialist in sports science and ‘coaching elite athletes’, a serial shagger of postgrads and all round dickwit. You big idiot Hardy, you were doing the work of someone who was concealing a paedophile gang. Explain that to your ‘elite athletes’ who are beating a path to your door to receive your pearls. I presume that it was another dodge between you and Fungus that led to that much-boasted about grant that you landed not so long ago on the basis of your ‘excellence’.

Lew Hardy was a colleague of Dave Brailsford’s dad – the Dave Brailsford of ‘Team Sky’, ‘what doping in sport, of course I know nuzzing’. You all knew about a bloody gang of sex traffickers, it’s how the collection of mediocrities that is you managed to get so far, it certainly wasn’t on ability.

 

There are now so many stories in the media about miracle cures for cancer and dementia and explanations of how the NHS needs so much more money that I am no longer bothering to read them. However I did manage to read ‘The Daily Telegraph’ letters page earlier this week. I always enjoy reading what the Sir Bufton Tuftons and Sir Herbert Gussetts have to say as they write in from Barking-in-the-Marshes. So imagine my surprise when I couldn’t find a letter from a Sir Bufton or a Sir Herbert, but I did find a whole load of letters from public-spirited Torygraph readers writing in with their Top Tips with regard to saving the NHS money in these times of austerity. There were the usual suggestions concerning the importance of returning crutches that one has been issued with, but there were a few more imaginative plans as well. It’s good of the Torygraph readers to try to help, but somehow I fear that their efforts will be lost in the face of the millions that are being siphoned off into the pockets of Dafydd and his friends; blown on IT systems which cost billions, which everyone knows will never work but the contract can’t be cancelled because it’s a friend of someone in New Labour who owns the company; the millions squandered on management consultancy fees because the highly paid managers can’t do their jobs, so the Trust has to pay the former managers who were just as hopeless but who took early retirement and have now set up their own consultancy to come in and ‘advise’; the fortune being paid on agency nurses because the Angels can then work on the same ward for double the money and the Trust managers and a few politicians own the agency, so it’s win-win all around; then there’s the ‘ground breaking research’ which will be delivering the cure for cancer/dementia or identifying the ‘gene for schizophrenia’ within the next few months.

Just make sure that those sodding patients don’t cause ‘a rise in demand’ which will ‘push the NHS into crisis’…

 

Come in Number Six…

 

 

 

 

 

 

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.