What Time’s Chaos?

Over the last couple of days there has been a great deal of media coverage regarding the chaos and misery that has been caused by the type of gaming machines that are now found on almost every high street since the Gambling Act 2005 liberalised the legislation. Carolyn Harris, a Labour AM  and Tom Watson, Deputy Leader of the Labour Party, have been two of the loudest voices discussing the misery and bankruptcies that have resulted as gambling addicts found that the sky was the limit. What everyone has tactfully avoided mentioning was that the person who was most enthusiastic about widening the jaws of the gambling industry and who loftily dismissed all warnings that the Gambling Act 2005 would cause substantial problems was St Tessa the Inspirational Sex Trafficker who was the subject of so many sentimental tributes from so many people just days ago (see post ‘Baroness Tessa Jowell – A Tribute’).

Having followed Tessa’s bright ideas with regard to gambling, the Gov’t has of course now taken on board her advice re the future direction of research into brain tumours and £65 million has been allocated to fund Tessa’s ill-informed and batty notions.

 

After the sad death of the Inspirational Sex Trafficker, a reader sent me a link to someone whom Tessa knew from their days together at Camden Borough Council, asking me if I was aware of this person. Yes I was and she has featured on this blog, but readers may well have missed it because the blog has become so extensive that the navigation system is now utterly inadequate. I must apologise for this, I had hoped to have taken a fortnight off by now to design a better system but I keep uncovering info that I really want to get up on the blog before those responsible disappear in a puff of smoke as they sometimes do. Having found the ‘memorandum’ written by Dafydd in 2008 (see post ‘Feet In Chains’) there is yet more that I will be prioritising before I take a break. The NHS and Community Care Act 1990 could have been tailor made for Dafydd to expand his empire, it is quite extraordinary because everyone concerned with drafting that legislation and getting it through Parliament knew the enormity of Dafydd’s wrongdoing – there’ll be more about this going up on the blog soon.

Get a few more curries and pints down you Ken Clarke, before even more details of that very sordid deal that you struck with the BMA whom you loathed appear on this blog. I’m beginning to think that if anyone should be prosecuted for crimes against humanity it should be Ken Clarke…

So please readers bear with the hopeless navigation system a while longer – there is now a mass of info on the blog with the names of many criminals and accessories great and small, you will find info if you persevere – I’ll improve on it as soon as I have time.

 

Regarding Tessa’s mate at Camden Social Services who my correspondent wanted to see featured, I’ll briefly remind everyone of her now, as she has been lost in the depths of previous posts. I am talking Baroness Helene Hayman, who I am told is pretty hideous. On the basis of the Baroness’s biography I would not expect anything different.

 

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Lord Speaker
In office
4 July 2006 – 31 August 2011
Preceded by Lord Falcolner
(as Lord Chancellor)
Succeeded by Baroness de Souza
Member of the House of Lords
Assumed office
2 January 1996
Life Peerage
Nominated by John Major
Member of Parliament
for Welwyn and Hatfield
In office
10 October 1974 – 3 May 1979
Personal details
Born 26 March 1949
Political party Crossbench
Other political
affiliations
Labour (until 2006)
Spouse Martin Heathcote Hayman (m. 1974; 4 sons)

The daughter of Maurice (a dentist) and Maude Middleweek, Hayman read law at Newnham College, Cambridge. She was President of the Cambridge Union Society in 1969. She worked for Shelter, 1969–71 and for the Camden Social Services, 1971–74, when she was named Deputy Director of the National Council for One Parent Families.

So far, the biography of a middle ranking paedophiles’ friend. But look what Helene did next:

Helene was a member of the Bloomsbury Health Authority (later Bloomsbury and Islington Health Authority) from 1985–92, and its Vice-Chair from 1988 onwards.

OK Helene, you knew about that paedophile ring that operated in the children’s homes in Islington, the crimes of which spilt over into the NHS in the area. Dafydd had contacts down there in 1987 – he and his henchmen TOLD me. I was living in Harringay at that time and in Jan 1987 I was taken from the North Wales Hospital Denbigh, escorted by Angels, driven to a railway station and literally put on a train to London, after being told to ‘shut your mouth about DA and don’t ever come back to north Wales again’. Clwyd Health Authority even purchased my train ticket for me. Before I was taken out of the hospital under guard, Dafydd told me that he had telephoned the Social Services in Haringey to tell them that I was being sent back to their patch and that he had given them my address. This was not an official referral for any sort of care – I was told quite bluntly that it was to ensure that Dafydd’s contacts in the Islington/Haringey area could ‘keep an eye’ on me.

By the way, the documents compiled by Dafydd et al about that period of time are inaccurate. Staff at the North Wales Hospital forged discharge documents which were post-dated and signed by a junior doctor whom I had never met, who claimed to have assessed me at discharge and found that I was suffering from schizophrenia no less. On the date that this man allegedly assessed me and discharged me from Denbigh, I was sitting in a lecture theatre in Hammersmith Hospital/Royal Postgraduate Medical School.

 

Helene served on the ethics committee of the Royal College of Obstetricians and Gynaecologists, 1982–97.

Ah, so Helene was on that committee during 1989-91, when I was working at St George’s Hospital Medical School with Professor Geoffrey Chamberlain and his team – who, along with many other people in the institution, were concealing the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles in north Wales, as well as a linked paedophile ring in south London (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part III’). Chamberlain had been a friend and colleague of Prof Oliver Brooke, the Prof of Paediatrics – who’s office was just down the other end of the corridor from Chamberlain – who was jailed in 1986 for the possession of a huge amount of child porn which he kept in his offices in the Medical School. Brooke was a key figure in a pan-European paedophile ring.

Helene was still on the committee when Chamberlain and his colleague Malcolm Pearce were involved in a big research fraud which hit the media in the mid-1990s (see post ‘I Don’t Believe It!’). Malcolm was subsequently struck off, but Chamberlain wasn’t, although he did have to resign as President of the Royal College of Psychiatrists. Meanwhile, up in north Wales, the North Wales Police investigated the paedophile ring which Chamberlain et al were concealing and in 1993 the North Wales Police concluded that it did not exist.

Helene also sat on the ethics committee of the UCL and UCH, 1987–97. There were numerous links between UCL and UCH and the paedophiles’ friends in north Wales and elsewhere, including the link to Prof Pauline Horne of the School of Psychology at Bangor University. Pauline was the mistress and colleague of Prof Fergus Lowe, also of the School of Psychology at Bangor. Dafydd had previously dominated that School until Fergus gained the upper hand in about 1987, using his knowledge of Dafydd’s crimes and the paedophile gang to do this. The School of Psychology trained clinical psychologists based at the North Wales Hospital and conducted research in collaboration with those facilitating the paedophile gang (see post ‘Pets Win Prizes’). Pauline arrived at the Psychology Dept at Bangor in 1976, having completed an MPhil in biochemistry at UCL, 1974-76 (see post ‘Feet In Chains’).

There were a great many things happening at UCH and UCL that shouldn’t have been whilst Helene sat on their ethics committees.

From 1992–97, Helene was a member of the Council of University College, London and Chair of Whittington Hospital NHS Trust.

 

Hayman was given a peerage in Jan 1996. That was after Nicola Davies QC had stated that a public inquiry into the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal would not be in the public interest, but before William Hague changed his mind five months later and announced a public inquiry into the matter. My posts ‘Cry, The Beloved Country’ and ‘Heart of Darkness ‘ detail how key figures in north Wales, as well as Sir Ronnie Waterhouse and his senior colleagues, were on manouevres from 1994 and preparing for the Jillings Report (see post ‘It’s A Piece Of Cake…’) and the subsequent public inquiry which no-one knew was going to happen.

After Blair came to power in May 1997, Hayman served as a junior Minister in the Dept for Environment and the Dept of Health before being appointed Minister of State at MAFF in July 1999. So Hayman was in the DoH whilst Sir Ronnie was gathering his thoughts after hearing evidence from the witnesses at the Waterhouse Inquiry and when he was putting pen to paper to compile the whitewash. Hayman was a Health Minister under Secretary of State Frank Dobson – the Dobbo who had previously been a Camden Borough Councillor and who, during his many years as MP for Holborn and St Pancras (1979-2015), completely ignored the under-aged prostitutes selling their services in that area, most of whom were kids in care. Dobbo, if I saw those kids – and even managed to talk to some of them – during my three years in London, what the fuck was wrong with you? By the way, the kids whom I spoke to had been in care in Swansea and run away.

I noticed the destitute Empowered Service Users on Dobbo’s patch as well which he had somehow missed, as no doubt did Baroness Hayman.

In 2001 Hayman left political office to become Chairman of Cancer Research UK! See posts ‘A Cause Close To Our Hearts’, ‘Oh Lordy, It’s CR UK’, ‘Reports Of Death Were Much Exaggerated’ and ‘Apocalypse Now’ for details of the years of research fraud and misconduct which pervaded CR UK. Baroness Hayman was obviously just the right person to Chair the organisation.

Hayman became Chair of the Human Tissue Authority in 2005. She was a Trustee of the Royal Botanic Gardens, Kew (2002–2006) and of the Tropical Health and Education Trust (2005–06).

Helene was a member of the Human Fertilisation and Embryology Authority in 2005-06. Despite all the noises about ethics and regulation, the fertility industry has done pretty much whatever it has felt like since the technologies were first developed (see post ‘Every Sperm Is Sacred – Particularly In Scotland’). Patients are misled, swindled and charged much money for procedures which the Top Doctors who are carrying them out know are highly unlikely to succeed – this has now been admitted, as more and more scandals emerge from fertility clinics.

The Baroness was a member of the Lords Select Committee on the Assisted Dying for the Terminally Ill Bill, 2004–05 and of the Lords Constitution Committee, 2005–06.

 

Doesn’t that biography just reassure one that the right people have their hands on the levers of power?

 

Helene Hayman’s husband Martin has worked for Plessey Co; ITT; Pullman Kellogg; was Secretary and Chief Legal Adviser for Cadbury Schweppes, 1978-88; and Group Secretary and Head of Group Legal Services for Standard Chartered Bank, 1988-2000.

 

I mentioned that after Dafydd had unlawfully imprisoned me, in Jan 1987 the locked doors of the North Wales Hospital were opened and I was rushed out of there under guard of Angels and driven at high speed to the railway station and put on a train to London.  On that occasion it was an Angel who drove the car, which is yet another factor that suggests something highly irregular was happening. The NHS is utterly bogged down with red tape and it is usually only certain staff working in community roles who have permission (and insurance) to carry patients as passengers in their cars. If a Denbigh patient needed to be transported, it was supposed to be by ambulance, police or a hospital car. When I was taken from the North Wales Hospital Denbigh to Bangor Magistrates Court – only to find that all charges against me had been dropped, but because I’d been sectioned by Dafydd the day before after being illegally detained in the first place, I was taken straight back to Denbigh – I was taken in a hospital car, as I was for the return journey.

The Angels at Denbigh obviously knew which of those drivers of hospital cars – they were local people who were volunteer drivers for the NHS – were safe hands or not. Before I got into the car to go to Bangor Magistrates Court, an Angel told me not to talk to the driver even if she tried to talk to me because she was a gossip and was always trying to ‘find out what the patients had done’. I am well used to the power of gossip and the purposes for which is used, but the lady driving the car was pleasant and friendly and asked no intrusive questions at all. Er – I was being held in that hospital illegally and those Angels knew it. Whilst I was in Denbigh I found out that nearly every other patient in that ward with me was also being held there illegally. There had been no proper procedures followed with any of us. We had all been arrested on ludicrous charges which were later dropped and were taken to Denbigh in the middle of the night by colluding police officers or ambulance staff. Some patients had been transferred in irregular ways from Risley Remand Centre or other institutions controlled by Dafydd and the paedophiles. One man had been transferred to our ward from another ward – he had been in Denbigh since he was a teenager and had not had any visitors for years. One young woman asked me to help her because she had been kept ‘in an attic’ for three days by ‘a doctor and some men’ where she had been sexually assaulted (see post ‘The Distressed Young Woman Who Vanished’).

No wonder those Angels didn’t want me striking up a conversation with the driver of the car.

On the way back to Denbigh the Angels had no such fears about me chatting to the driver. I know why. Because his sole topic of the conversation was Nutters Whom I Have Transported and I heard many anecdotes regarding the madness of other patients. This man was particularly vexed about having transported one patient whom he claimed was ‘terrible’. She had tried to get out of the car – I wonder why?? – had fought the Angels and had insulted him. She was an Irish woman who had called him a ‘Welsh corgi’ – as he was driving her to London.

So Dafydd, who was the Irish woman whom you abducted and where in London was she taken?

Anyone fancy tracing all the residents of Denbigh who had worked as volunteer drivers for the NHS and seeing what they remember from their time transporting the abducted victims of a sex trafficking ring?

 

One MP who served the constituency of Denbigh for a very long time was Geriant Morgan, who was MP for Denbigh 1959-83. Morgan was barrister who had trained at Abersytwyth University and Trinity Hall, Cambridge. He was known to take a lot more interest in his legal practice than his work as an MP. Yet the folk of Denbigh loved him. I would expect that because he certainly asked no questions about what was going on in the North Wales Hospital where virtually the entire adult population of the town worked. However, the good burghers of Denbigh were particularly pleased when those who owned houses near the A55 received compensation when the road was upgraded. Many of them personally thanked Geraint, so they must have received quite a windfall.

Paedophiles’ friend employed in the North Wales Hospital who endures the trauma of the road nearby being upgraded? You’ll get compensation. Someone who was raped and battered in a children’s home in north Wales and trafficked into prostitution? You’re telling a pack of lies to get your criminal hands on money. Mary Wynch, illegally imprisoned for a year in Denbigh, fleeced of her property by Dafydd and who proved her case? She’s awarded compensation, but Clwyd Health Authority simply refuse to hand the dosh over and some three years later Michael Howard the Home Secretary ruins her.

So presumably the upgrading of the A55 was yet another part of the infrastructure of north Wales that was the result of a dirty deal with the paedophiles’ friends…

Geraint Morgan was a Tory. Although he was a barrister, he didn’t practice on the Chester and Wales Circuit. He practised on the Northern Circuit. As did George Carman QC, the corrupt barrister who later made it big in London. Cherie Booth worked in Carman’s Chambers and Tony Blair worked as his junior.

I have mentioned previously that Dafydd and the paedophiles’ often took me to courts many miles away from where I lived in their efforts to gain High Court injunctions against me, imprison me, etc. The injunction that Gwynedd Social Services obtained against me on the basis of the perjury of two social workers – one who had never met me and one who had met me at most three times – was issued by Sir John Kay sitting in Leeds (see post ‘Some Big Legal Names Enter The Arena’). Which I found puzzling because I was living in Bethesda at the time. Sir John Kay QC worked for years as a barrister – on the Northern Circuit. Indeed, he was Presiding Judge  of the Northern Circuit, 1994-99. Kay’s Chambers were in Liverpool and before he became a barrister he was a tutor in law at Liverpool University – Dafydd’s alma mater and place of employment of so many paedophiles’ friends (see post ‘These Sharks Are Crap As Well’).

The Liverpool of the Beatles, who in 1967 visited Bangor Normal College for a transcendental meditation session with Maharishi Mahesh Yogi. Bangor Normal College was a teacher training college which hosted so many paedophiles’ friends. The Beatles were mates with Cilla, the Cilla who was a personal friend of Geoffrey Chamberlain and enjoyed a lorra lorra laffs with him. Liverpool produced another celebrity scouser as well, but because she’s not in showbiz I keep forgetting that she’s a Liver Bird – Cherie.

Sir John Kay was a member of Gray’s Inn. As was Geraint Morgan. As was Sir William Mars-Jones, the boy from Denbigh who made it big in law in London and served as Dafydd’s Big Mate and was Ronnie Waterhouse’s pupil master and friend.

John Kay’s son Ben is the English rugby international.

 

Whilst checking the Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board website a few days ago I discovered that a new Chair has been appointed to the Velindre NHS Trust – Professor Donna Mead. Professor Mead trained in Merthyr School of Nursing ‘winning the Gold Medal for best student in training’. Donna’s ‘early clinical experiences sparked off a desire to work with children and she eventually became a paediatric ward sister’.

OK, so Donna will have known about the abuse of kids in care in the Rhondda which was happening, but being a gold medallist she remained as silent as everyone else on the matter.

From 1983-85 Donna studied at the University of Manchester where she obtained an MSc and successfully completed teacher training. Mead took up her first teaching post. She shortly thereafter set up and led the first Bachelor of Nursing course in the North East Wales Institute, Wrexham and became a Consultant Nurse with Clwyd Health Authority.

So Donna worked for Dafydd and the paedophiles in a leading role and established a course at the institution governed by the paedophiles’ friends (see post ‘A Vampire At Glyndwr University!’).

In 1989, Donna moved to the Nursing Research Unit at the University of Wales College of Medicine. The University of Wales College of Medicine were not only concealing the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles, but they were concealing a great deal of wrongdoing in their own institution. Donna worked on an all Wales study into primary nursing, which was commissioned by the Welsh Office, Nursing Division. That was when the Welsh Office were concealing the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles, under Secretaries of State Peter Walker and then David Hunt, who both excelled in refusing to investigate suspicious deaths and serious offences (see post ‘The Cradle Of Filth’).

During this time Donna began her Doctoral studies.

Donna was appointed Assistant Director of the School of Nursing and Midwifery and Health Care at the University of Wales, Swansea in 1991. That was the year that a police investigation was launched into the abuse of children on Donna’s former patch in Clwyd! Donna was Head of Research and Graduate Studies at Swansea.

In 1996, Donna was appointed Professor of Nursing and Head of the School of Care Sciences at the University of Glamorgan. A Chair three years after completing her PhD! That is pretty impressive for a paedophiles’ friend from Clwyd, even for someone who won a Gold Medal when she was at the Merthyr School of Nursing.

When the University of Glamorgan reorganised into five faculties in 2005, Professor Mead became the Dean of the newly formed Faculty of Health, Sport and Science. That same year she was also awarded the RCN Welsh Board record of achievement.

You’re going to hate me Donna, but guess what? I knew one of your students who studied on a course in your Faculty between 2005-08 and she was less than impressed. In fact she was so underwhelmed that she invited me down to meet her fellow students who all had serious complaints about their courses. I was researching for a book on HE policy at the time and I conducted interviews with a whole variety of students at different universities. The anecdotes from the students in your Faculty were the worst by far. One student was so pissed off that he said ‘this University has lied about the course and the opportunities available and I consider that I have been cheated’. I asked him if he could expand and he said ‘no, I can’t say it any more clearly than that’.

The student I knew who was studying in Donna’s Faculty was studying Sports Science. She told me that had she known what Glamorgan was going to be like, she would have gone to Bangor instead, but because she’d grown up near Caernarfon she wanted to experience the wider world so gave Glamorgan a try. After accumulating a great deal of debt she emerged with her Sports Science degree. By that time, her mum had moved down from Gwynedd to Abercynon to live near her and she had also met her future husband, so after she graduated they all rented a place in Abercynon. My friend then found that everybody in the Sports Science world was turning their noses up at her degree because it was from Glamorgan, so like many students she found that it was necessary to gain another qualification. She had no money but was able to live very cheaply with her mum and boyfriend in Abercynon, so the only option for another course was dear old Glamorgan University which was almost on their doorstep.

She decided to do a course in Sports Massage. My friend is dyslexic and this was known to Glamorgan when she was an undergrad – she received a small grant for a computer on these grounds. When she registered for the Sports Massage course, she filled in the appropriate paperwork which included the info that she was dyslexic. Nothing was said and she embarked upon the one year course. Towards the end of the course her mum rang me in desperation asking for my advice. The examiner on her daughter’s course had stated that she could not be allowed to qualify as a Sports Massager because, being dyslexic, she would ‘be a danger to clients’. My first thought was not ‘disability discrimination’ but QUE???

Further investigation revealed that the person coming out with this bollocks was not appropriately qualified to assess the students. Better than that, they were not appropriately qualified at all. Their qualification had been awarded by a ‘private college’ – which did not exist in terms of it being a building with students in. After discovering this, I did more digging and uncovered an ever increasing mountain of crap. It transpired that the Sports Massage course that my friend and her peers had all been attending would not lead to a qualification from Glamorgan University at all – although the students had been led to believe that it would. What was the qualification that they would receive – assuming that they weren’t a Dangerous Dyslexic of course? Er – exactly the same Mickey Mouse qualification – from the ‘private college’ which didn’t physically exist – possessed by the idiot who believed that people with dyslexia couldn’t be let loose as massagers.

It transpired that the University of Glamorgan had allowed the person without a qualification to use their buildings and promote their course on Glamorgan University literature.

When we discovered the scale of the deception, my friend went into battle. She managed to retrieve the fees that she had paid for the qualification that wasn’t. She was back to square one – a graduate of Glamorgan with a Sports Science degree that wasn’t respected by the world of Sports Science. My friend began working with No Fit State Circus in Cardiff – she had worked with the circus since she left school for a number years before wasting her time with Professor Donna Mead of the Gold Medal. My friend moved into teaching circus skills once she became a bit too old to perform in the circus herself. Business is booming – my friend goes into schools to supplement the kids’ PE lessons and holds various events for a range of people re fitness training, including for kids in care whom it was found were not responding too positively to the usual lame rubbish that was on offer.

Donna is probably banging on about eating five a day and empowering service users.

Professor Mead has always maintained close links with the NHS. She was the HE representative on the Welsh NMC for six years and Chair for four years. This is a statutory committee which provided ‘independent, impartial advice to the Secretary of State for Wales’.

The NMC were the body who employed the man who shouted down the phone at me after I complained about being assaulted by an Angel in the Hergest Unit that ‘the witness statements will be destroyed after she is cleared’.

Some five years ago the NMC made a public apology after it was demonstrated that they had failed to discipline Angels for misconduct and abuse in numerous cases.

The NMC took no action against any of the staff who abused the patients in Tawel Fan. A few weeks ago however, they did strike off Nicola Kingston, the nurse who blew the whistle on the Tawel Fan Scandal.

Donna led the team which produced the first ever policy document to be issued from the newly formed National Assembly for Wales, ‘Realising the Potential: A Strategy for Nursing, Midwifery and Health Visiting in Wales’.

I’m still waiting for the potential to be realised Donna. The state of nursing in Wales has got sorrier and sorrier and nurses are running away as fast as they can. No it’s not the money – scores of the nurses qualifying at Bangor are taking jobs in Cheshire and Staffordshire because they will not work for the Besti Board, having witnessed such gruesome events whilst they were students.

 

Professor Mead held the post of Non-Executive Director of the North Glamorgan NHS Trust for four years and is or was a Non-Executive Director of Gwent NHS Trust.

Those two Trusts are not without their problems.

Donna has served as the Welsh representative on the UK Council of Deans for Health for several terms. Her other positions have included the Chair of Rhondda Cynon Taf and Caerphilly Teaching Local Health Board, Vice-Chair of UCEA’s Clinical Academic Staff Advisory Group; member of the Welsh Group for Modernising Nursing Careers.

There is a hospital in Rhondda Cynon Taff with maternity services that are so bad that local women are doing all they can to avoid giving birth there.

Professor Mead has remained an active researcher. She currently holds research grants of £2 million. She is a member of the Medical Research Council College of Experts.

Can Professor Mead explain why, after she has been at the helm of the NHS in south Wales for so long, the health outcomes of people in south Wales – particularly Rhondda Cynon Taff – are so bad? Or did some of the £2 million in research grants get used for what so much research money that is given to people like Donna gets used for – to blame the patients for being too fat, too lazy or too drunk?

In 2009 Professor Mead received an OBE, the standard qualification for a paedophiles’ friend after a few decades of service.

 

So did Velindre NHS Trust suddenly go a bit mad the other day when it appointed one of Dafydd’s former colleagues as Chair? Well it obviously excelled when Donna was appointed, but Velindre did have previous.

Prior to the appointment of Donna, the Chair of Velindre NHS Trust was Rosemary Kennedy. Who has a CV as incriminating as Donna’s.

Rosemary trained at St.George’s Hospital London on the ‘2+1 Experimental Scheme gaining the Gold Medal’. Obviously Velindre does not consider making an appointment as Chair unless the person concerned is in possession of a Gold Medal from a troubled NHS institution dogged by scandal and complaints of patient harm. I know the sort of people who win Gold Medals at St George’s, they are not a pretty sight.

Rosemary was Chief Nursing Officer for Wales, 1999-10 and was responsible for the publication of several key nursing strategies for Wales including ‘Free to Lead: Free to Care’.  Well that was a success Rosemary, since then there has been the Tawel Fan Scandal. The abuse at Tawel Fan began on Rosemary’s watch. It could have been avoided if in 1999 Rosemary and her then boss Jane Hutt had responded to the complaints of abuse and serious misconduct on the part of Angels in north Wales from patients. Or if Rosemary and her subsequent boss Dr Brian Gibbons had. Or if Rosemary and her subsequent boss Edwina Hart had. Or indeed if anyone at all had.

In addition, Rosemary gained a commission in the Queen Alexandra’s Royal Army Nursing Corps (Territorial Army) in 1984 and held all top level unit posts culminating in the appointment of Commanding Officer of a TA Field Hospital. So Rosemary will know all about Stephen Gallagher, the dangerous dishonest nurse at Ysbyty Gwynedd and his equally dangerous dishonest colleague Andrew Parry who regularly put lives at risk (see post ‘Two Dangerous Very Dishonest Nurses’). They are both in the TA and after Gallagher found himself in trouble yet again for insulting and threatening patients, stories about Major Gallagher’s heroic life saving activities whilst he served in Afghanistan appeared in the London broadsheets. The stories were substantially untrue. Do you know anything about this Rosemary?

It was on Rosemary’s watch that Gallagher’s colleague senior Angel Alan Roberts threatened me. My complaint was never investigated and some years later Alan Roberts threw an elderly lady patient against a drinks machine in Ysbyty Gwynedd, injuring her. No, Roberts was still not struck off. Roberts’s wife is a senior Angel at Ysbyty Gwynedd who ‘stood by him’ during that terrible ordeal of his when one of his colleagues dared blow the whistle on him for violently assaulting an elderly lady. Alan Roberts’s son is also an Angel.

After stepping down as the Chief Nursing Officer in September 2010, Rosemary was appointed Chairman of Velindre in Jan 2011. With a record like Rosemary’s what could go wrong at Velindre? Whatever did will now be well-concealed by Donna under mountains of NHS-speak about excellence and learning lessons.

 

Being of the paedophiles’ friends from the north Wales NHS, Donna Mead might well know the fearsome Professor Fiona Irvine, who’s bullying and deceit featured in my post ‘Cry, The Beloved Country’. Fiona Irvine had a partner in crime – a ‘senior nurse tutor’ called Gwerfyl Roberts. Like Fiona and Donna, before becoming a Nursing Academic, Gerfyl worked as an Angel in the highly dysfunctional NHS in north Wales. I think that Gwerfyl worked at Ysbyty Gwynedd.

Gwerfyl was Fiona’s minion and nearly as nasty. Like Fiona, Gwerfyl’s grasp of social sciences was so shaky that her comments on students’ work were misspelt, did not make sense and occasionally contained words which did not exist, which entertained everybody.

Gwerfyl was a specialist in ‘cultural competence’ in nursing no less. Cultural competence in nursing is very important, but I am not convinced that Gwerfyl understood what ‘cultural competence’ is. Gwerfyl thought that it just meant speaking Welsh. By adhering to this notion, Gwerfyl displayed very impressive shortcomings in cultural competence. She spoke Welsh in front of staff and students of hers who did not speak any Welsh at all, including at their leaving parties, which did rather exclude them. Now that can sometimes just be thoughtlessness – if you are used to communicating most of the time in one language and most of those in your circle also communicate in that language, it is understandably very easy to forget that you might be excluding someone. However Gwerfyl went rather further than that.

The expert in cultural competence in nursing really did not like Foreigners. Particularly if they were not white. This caused problems at the School of Healthcare Sciences – they kept on accepting overseas students because they brought so much money in, but Gwerfyl continued to hate Foreigners. Gwerfyl hated Foreigners because they didn’t speak English (let alone Welsh). It was true that some of the overseas students in the School of Healthcare Sciences had very poor English, but there was a reason for that. It was because the School of Healthcare Sciences was so desperate to get its paws on the dosh which came with the Foreigners that they worked a fiddle and accepted students whom they knew did not have good enough English to register with the University. Their modus operandi was to get the Foreigners through the doors, relieve them of their fees and after a few months make life so unpleasant for the Foreigners that the Foreigners would leave.

Gwerfyl was so affronted by one Foreigner – who was actually an Iraqi Top Doctor but I don’t know that Gwerfyl ever got as far as finding that out – that she declared a state of emergency. On the grounds that ‘He Stinks’. The Smelly Foreigner was such a problem that Gwerfyl sent up the distress flare whilst she was at Anglesey Airport waiting to go to Cardiff – probably to attend a conference on cultural competence, its not as if she could drive down or go on the train, she used to like to fly, with the paedophiles’ friends who double up as politicians in north Wales. I knew the person who witnessed Gwerfyl sending an e mail to her fellow Angel tutors headed ‘It’s an emergency, he stinks and is not to be allowed into the building’. He wasn’t either, the Grand Plan was to change the entry codes on the doors and not tell the Smelly Foreigner what the new codes were.

The Head of the School of Healthcare Sciences at the time was fully on board with the plan to lock the Smelly Foreigner out – that was Professor Jo Rycroft-Malone, who is now a member of the Betsi Board.

 

Like Donna, Gwerfyl Did Research. Namely research into cultural competence, for which she was funded by the Welsh Language Board, which at the time when the purse strings were loosed was Chaired by dear old Meri Huws, a paedophiles’ friend who worked as a community social worker in the 1980s for Gwynedd Social Services, in the community which included the Ty’r Felin children’s home in Bangor, where kids were abused and trafficked to Dolphin Square and other locations (see post ‘Are You Local?’).

Gwerfyl’s research into cultural competence consisted of producing a series of ‘briefing papers’, which were short simple leaflets in which guidance for conducting a research project at the level of a Bachelor’s student was printed in Welsh. I say a series – the plan was to produce a series, but I understood that only two briefing papers were ever produced. The first briefing paper was called, imaginatively, ‘Papur Brifio Un’ (Briefing Paper One). I read of Papur Brifio Un, it was hilarious and I couldn’t fathom how Gwerfyl managed to make so little work funded by the Welsh Language Board stretch over so long to write Papur Brifio Un. The following year I was told that Gwerfyl had produced ‘Papur Brifio Dau’ (Briefing Paper Two). When I asked my informant what was in Papur Brifio Dau, I was told ‘exactly the same crap that was in Papur Brifio Un’.

Then I accessed a document in which Gwerfyl had explained her dissemination strategy for her Research Into Cultural Competence. It was to take the Papurau Brifio to the National Eisteddfod and give them out to the visitors there. That was it. I could understand Gwerfyl using the Eisteddfod to promote a volume on Welsh literature, history etc and I know some very impressive work in the field of Welsh language scholarship which has been presented at the Eisteddfod, but I don’t think that Papur Brifio Un – or indeed Dau – fell into that category. And they certainly didn’t fall into the category of research into cultural competence in healthcare, so I’m not sure what Gwerfyl thought that she was doing.

Meri at the Welsh Language Board also gave Gwerfyl the dosh for a PhD studentship in the area of cultural competence in healthcare research. A very bright first language Welsh speaker was awarded the scholarship and Meri had her photo taken with him. He did not finish his PhD. Gwerfyl didn’t have the ability to supervise a PhD student, so Fiona Irvine supervised him and basically grabbed him by the neck and shook him about until his head fell off.

Did this disaster hold Gwerfyl back? Of course it didn’t. She applied for promotion and got it – simply on the grounds of time served. Gwerfyl was determined to get that promotion – she harboured massive resentment towards Bangor University and was telling everyone that they owed her. The reason was, according to Gwerfyl, that the University had mistreated her husband. He had been, many years previously, a lecturer in the maths dept and had been made redundant. The maths dept was one of the depts at UCNW that was closed as a result of Sir Peter Swinnerton-Dyer’s axe in the mid 1980s. The axe that was planned to murder the whole institution, but because the place was full of people who had facilitated or concealed the paedophile gang which supplied kids to Thatcher’s friend and Minister Sir Peter Morrison and Swinnerton-Dyer was reminded of this by PVC Prof Alwyn Roberts, only the drama, philosophy and maths depts got the chop (see post ‘Feet In Chains’).

So Gwerfyl was an Angel at the time of Peak Paedophilia in north Wales when all those investigations and inquiries inexplicably drew a blank and her husband worked with so many of those who were involved in it up to their eye-balls.

Do you and your husband have anything to declare Gwerfyl?

 

Someone else who owes their career as a paedophiles’ friend to Meri Huws is Sara Ryan. Sara Ryan was for many years the leader of the Independent Advocacy Association for mental health service users in Gwynedd. This was the Independent Advocacy Association which was funded by Gwynedd Health Authority, the North West Wales NHS Trust and I think Gwynedd County Council and which refused to support people with serious complaints. Including all those deaths that took place during Sara’s term of office. Sara had a colleague in the Independent Advocacy Association, a woman called Marilyn (or it might have been Marion). Sara and Marilyn/Marion were Strong Wimmin. Marilyn/Marion’s partner was a Service User herself and committed suicide. Marilyn/Marion suffered a breakdown and then disappeared from Bangor. Because she had been given a job as an Independent Advocate at Broadmoor Hospital, where Jimmy Savile  was sexually assaulting the patients. He must have quaked in his boots when Marilyn/Marion turned up.

Sara and Marilyn ran the utterly laughable Independent Advocacy Association throughout the Waterhouse Inquiry. As patients with evidence became destitute and were found dead.

Sara’s road to success had been the MA in Wimmin’s Studies that she did with Meri Huws! It was that which deemed her suitable for leading the Independent Advocacy Association which did what it was told by a gang of paedophiles.

So who got Marilyn/Marion the job at Broadmoor then?

Sara Ryan was responsible for the appointment of the volunteers who worked as advocates. Every single person appointed but one was a mental health patient who was dependent upon the ‘service’ for their benefits and what little ‘support’ there was. Furthermore Sara systematically selected patients who were passive and intimidated by the Top Doctors and the ones with no post-16 education. There were patients around with higher degrees who had been employed in professional jobs and patients who were very voluble about the appalling ‘service’, but Sara avoided them like the plague. Two volunteers who did dare speak out were dismissed.

There was one person taken on by Sara who was not a patient. That was the wife of a lecturer who had taught me when I was at UCNW, who was working there when the institution was run by paedophiles’ friends and when Gwynne the lobotomist and Dr D.G.E. Wood were sitting in the Student Health Centre assisting with the sex trafficking ring. The lecturer worked in the School of Plant Biology and was a colleague of Wood’s wife.

The wife of this man will have known much about the paedophiles’ friends and the wrongdoing of those who were employed in UCNW. She knew about another bunch of paedophiles’ friends as well – those in Anglesey County Council, because she had been a Councillor but they had treated her so badly that she stood down. Her explanation was that they were ‘sexist men’. No, they were assisting a gang of paedophiles, that was the problem. Who is this lady who conflates sexist men with a gang of paedophiles and who was of course deemed suitable for life as an Independent Advocate?

Step forward Angie Gliddon, whom I think recently joined Anglesey County Council again. After her faithful service to the paedophiles’ friends as an Independent Advocate, Angie hit the jackpot – she bagged a job in Bangor University as a clinical trials manager! Fergus Lowe ultimately oversaw such work in Bangor. So Angie was back safely in the arms of the paedophiles’ friends again…

I last saw Angie at a public lecture in Bangor given by two spokespeople for the NHS. The father of a young woman who had been a mental health patient who had died as a result of the most appalling clinical negligence had, in the questions part of the session, dared question those telling us how great the NHS is. I was so pissed off with the stream of propaganda that I didn’t dare say a word. On my way out of the lecture theatre, Angie walked past and said to me ‘ooh you can’t complain about the NHS can you, they’re so good’.

Angie you big invertebrate, in north Wales they are fucking dreadful and you know it. You sat in that Advocacy office for years knowing that patients were being seriously neglected, abused, exploited, fitted up for crimes and left to die and you didn’t say a thing. You also knew what was going on in UCNW in the 80s. You might not have liked those letters that Brown and me wrote which were published in the London based newspapers about what was happening to psychiatric patients, but don’t ever tell me that ‘they’re so good’. I am now living in hiding after being threatened by a man with a gun and attempts to run me off the road at high speed. And you were traumatised by a few ‘sexist men’…

Oh – I forgot. There’s a reason why Angie wouldn’t speak ill of the paedophiles. In the 1983 General Election, Angie stood as the Labour candidate for Anglesey.

Well you wouldn’t wanted to have screamed from the roof tops ‘Thatcher’s friend and the Tory MP for Chester is holding sex parties with kids in care in north Wales’ would you Angie? Because of all those people in the Labour Party who were involved in the cover-up as well. Like a bloody great Windbag who’s wife was a school teacher from Holyhead and who was networked into the paedophiles’ friends from her earliest years…

On 9 June 1983 Thatcher won the election. On 13 June 1983 she appointed Sir Peter Morrison as Minister of State for Employment.

Whilst Angie and her mates whinged on about the sins of those who voted Tory, within a year Brown and me were under attack because we had dared complain about one of those who was running the paedophile gang.

God save me from Strong Wimmin Who Care.

Remember this Angie?

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I hope that you think that your silence was worth it.

 

Another one of those about whom we really mustn’t complain is Vera Wilson. For many years Vera was a leading light among the Directors of the Welsh Ambulance Service, but she resigned in 2010. When Vera was involved with the Welsh Ambulance Service, I was shown a document which Vera had written. It was very Gwerfyl-like, a sort of Papur Brifio Un, in which Vera had tried to critique some work that the NHS had commissioned. The work was of a good standard but Vera had taken umbrage because the person who had written the plan didn’t do what Vera wanted. The key problem was that Vera knew absolutely nothing about the research that had been commissioned so was in no position to start raising objections. The person who had been obstructed by Vera told me that Vera was a well-known pain in the bum who clogged up committees in north Wales. I discovered that Vera was a member of the Betsi CHC – a notorious collection of paedophiles’ friends – and was also on the Board of Dwr Cymru/Welsh Water. I was however more interested in Vera’s involvement with the Air Ambulance service in Yorkshire of all places. I never found out what hold Vera had over the Air Ambulances of the UK, but Vera is listed as being a ‘Welsh Gov’t appointment’ with regard to her membership of the CHC. So she’s got dirt on someone which she is keeping under her hat.

 

Now to return to Cedar Court (see post ‘Feet In Chains’). I have now discovered a little bit more about this establishment, which was run by two psychiatrists and one of Dr Dafydd Alun Jones’s ex-wives and, I am told, was quietly transferring ‘problematic patients’ to The Priory.

Cedar Court was located in Colwyn Bay and it opened in 1997. It was a Child and Adolescent Mental Health Unit and replaced Gwynfa Unit when Gwynfa was closed. Gwynfa was the Child and Adolescent Mental Health Unit at Colwyn Bay which starred in the Waterhouse Report. Even Waterhouse had to admit that the abuse of the young people there was dreadful. They were pushed out of windows, beaten, buggered and raped. There had been complaints but they were ignored and the ones which resulted in injury and couldn’t be ignored were explained away or concealed (see post ‘Don’t Be Silly, He’s Nice’).

The Angel in charge of Gwynfa was an ex-Denbigh nurse, Nigel Mannering Berry. Berry lives in Colwyn Bay and is a leading light in the Colwyn Bay Masonic Hall. The psychiatrist attached to Gwynfa was Dr Barry Kiehn, who was employed by Gwynedd Health Authority. Most of the kids at Gwynfa were from Gwynedd rather than Clwyd.

It was realised that even Waterhouse was not going to be able to explain Gwynfa away and it was closed just after the Inquiry got underway. Cedar Court replaced it.

Guess what? Dafydd’s ex-wife and the two psychiatrists didn’t do a much better job than Nigel Berry and Dr Barry Kiehn, although for all I know, Khien might have been one of the Cedar Court psychiatrists. There was chaos and complaints, but Cedar Court remained open and young people continued to be sent there to be ‘helped’.

On 22 Dec 2005, HIW (Health Inspectorate Wales) issued a statement saying that Child and Adolescent Mental Health Services run by Conwy and Denbighshire NHS Trust were improving, despite the ‘pressure’ on them and that they were ‘generally good throughout’. Things were holding up as ever then, despite those bastard patients asking for services and creating ‘pressure’. Conwy and Denbighshire NHS Trust ran Cedar Court. The CEO of Conwy and Denbighshire NHS Trust was Gren Kershaw, a paedophiles’ friend with long record of service – in Yorkshire as well, before he ever got as far as north Wales (see post ‘How Much Do Staff Surveys Really Tell Us?’ and other posts).  The CEO of HIW at this time was Dr Peter Higson, who had previously been a clinical psychologist at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh, then the general manager of Denbigh, then the general manager of the mental health services across north Wales after Denbigh closed down. Higson is now the Chair of the Betsi Board – it was placed in special measures a year after he became Chair, as a result of the Tawel Fan Scandal.

Cedar Court then received a glowing report  in 2007 with regard to its ‘educational services’ for the young patients. They weren’t just ‘generally good throughout’, they were very good ‘with outstanding features’. This report was compiled by Estyn (the Welsh equivalent of Ofsted), the inspector concerned being Jim Phillips.

Obviously Cedar Court was the place to be if you were a young person with difficulties.

Yet Cedar Court closed its doors just a few years ago. Why was this place of wonder shut down? Er, another inspection resulted in a truly damning report. Facilities, staffing, buildings, all not just inadequate but ‘completely inappropriate’. So inappropriate that there had nearly been a revolution caused by some of the kids who had been unfortunate enough to be sent there. The situation was so bad that dear old Cedar Court couldn’t be saved by the usual answer to north Wales’s problems, ‘a pot of money’. No, Cedar Court was such a disgrace that it was considered irretrievable. It was closed and a brand new Unit at Abergele was built. The powerpoint of the Abergele Hospital plans looked wonderful. However they must have put one of Dafydd’s relatives in charge again, because there has already been a suicide of a teenager who was discharged when she should not have been and other problems.

Give it another 15 years of serious complaints, patient harm, suicides and glowing inspection reports and someone will finally discover that Abergele Hospital is not up to scratch and it will be explained that it is because of ‘funding and resources’.

 

 

 

Finally, I was delighted to hear a victim of ‘prejudice against young women’ interviewed this morning on the ‘Today’ programme, namely Charlotte Hogg, who lost her job as Deputy Governor of the Bank of England because she ‘forgot’ to declare a conflict of interest, precisely that her brother holds one of the most senior jobs at Barclays plc. Charlotte did admit that she had ‘made a mistake’, but she has now ‘bounced back’, because her training and career has taught her ‘resilience’. Although she has obviously been a victim of discrimination, the pretty little thing.

Here is the ‘training and career’ that has taught Charlotte ‘resilience’ that has enabled her to ‘bounce back’ after her ‘mistake:

Her father is 3rd Viscount Hailsham, Douglas Hogg, a former Tory MP and Gov’t Minister, who is both a hereditary peer and a life peer. Her mother, Baroness Sarah Hogg, is a life peer in her own right and was brought up on the family estate of Kettlethorpe Hall. Her grandfather was Quintin Hogg, Lord Hailsham, the paedophiles’ friend who appointed so many other paedophiles’ friends to very senior positions (see post ‘Feet In Chains’).

It was Douglas Hogg who was exposed in the Parliamentary expenses scandal in 2009 as having claimed for his moat to be cleaned on his expenses. Sarah Hogg was one of the Govt’s most senior advisers when the economy crashed on Black Monday in 1987. Ken Clarke admitted later that none of them saw it coming, knew why it had happened or had the foggiest idea what to do about it. Sarah Hogg knew what to do – she blamed the Bank of England, not herself or the Gov’t.

There’s Charlotte’s resilience for you. A result of centuries of privileged troughing and dreadful decisions blamed on anyone but a Hogg when the inevitable explosion happens.

 

 

My copy of the latest issue of the ‘London Review of Books’ arrived this morning and the main feature is a lengthy interview with Tariq Ali. Tariq does what he always does if he’s given media coverage – he bangs on at very great length about his revolutionary writing, his revolutionary thinking, his revolutionary actions and then provides a long analysis of why a revolution has not happened in the UK at any time during the last 6o years whilst Tariq has been working so hard to elicit one. Of course Tariq also mentions that his grandfather was the Prime Minister of the Punjab – but that their house was always full to the rafters with barefoot revolutionaries – and his time at Oxford, which only happened because his mum told him to go there.

Tariq drops the names of all the right people, reminisces about establishing ‘Black Dwarf’, mentions Vietnam and 1968 a few times and remembers that he knew a woman from Wales who planned to set up terrorist cells across Wales. Tariq has quite a good knowledge of north west Wales because he was a friend of Bertrand Russell, who spent the last part of his life living near Penrhyndeudraeth. Russell completely destroyed many of the members of his immediate family during his lifetime – frequently using the services of Top Doctors to do this – and was horribly sexually exploitative. Read the details in my post ‘So Who Was Angry About What?’. Russell was close to many of the paedophiles’ friends of a previous era, the generation just before Dafydd. Because of the way that things work in north Wales, many of Russell’s circle are linked to the paedophiles’ friends of recent years. Tariq Ali undoubtedly knew some of what was happening in north Wales, being acquainted with Russell, figures on the left and London life in the 60s, 70s and 80s.

You could have started the revolution if you had really wanted Tariq. All you needed to have done – like Angie Gliddon – was to grass up the criminals and the enormity of the crimes that Thatcher’s Gov’t was concealing. But that would have meant landing some of your less scrupulous mates in it because they were involved as well…

I’ve named everyone involved on this blog Tariq. I don’t ask readers for payment to access the info, it’s all here, free to anyone who wants to read it. I’ll come and join you when you open the revolution. If Mike Mansfield’s going to be joint-Che with you, let me know and I’ll bring the girls and gallons of champagne that Mr Mansfield needs to sustain himself whilst he’s being all leftie and radical. I presume that the revolution will be taking place near an agreeable restaurant? And of course within spitting distance of St Tommy’s Hospital, lest the UK’s finest Top Docs are needed should anyone be taken ill with revolutionary fervour, too much champers or high living. Ah – that’s the problem isn’t it – the revolution will involve a few sacrifices and a deal thrashed out with some of the most privileged people in the UK.

I won’t hold my breath…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nothing about the assault at the police station was documented.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

Verity continues:

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Braid geared up even more:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Where have I encountered such logic before?

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

So presumably his music was prioritised over Kathy as well…

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

 

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

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

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

1996. Kathy Etchingham. Monika. The Waterhouse Inquiry.

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

No, she won’t. Like Duckula and Manon, she’s not very bright, she doesn’t know her stuff but she did hear that Brown and Baker had some good ideas so she stole them.

 

Manon Ceridwen James is certainly networked with the best. The book comes highly recommended by one Emeritus Professor Densil Morgan of the University of Wales Trinity St David. Densil and his toadies were ejected from the Bangor University School of Theology some years ago as a parting gift for the Oppressed from the VC just before he retired. How thankful so many people were for that after the Great Terror of Densil and his partner in crime Catrin Haf, a Great Terror that had persisted for years and ruined the life of many a colleague and student. Densil and Catrin sought sanctuary at Trinity St David’s and since their arrival most of the originals at the Theology Dept at Trinity St David’s have found jobs elsewhere. See my post ‘The Battle Of The Cowshed’ for the story of Densil and Catrin Haf, their many victims and Densil’s admiration for the forefathers of the paedophiles’ friends.

The flyer for Manon’s book tells me that Manon is the Director of Ministry for the diocese of St Asaph, Church in Wales and Honorary Canon of St Asaph Cathedral.

Manon will have learnt a few things if she’s working at St Asaph Cathedral. Such as the activities of Hugh Davies, the choirmaster and organist at St Asaph Cathedral, 1985-98, who was later imprisoned for the possession of child porn. One of Davies’s former pupils killed himself after alleging that Davies had sexually abused him. Perhaps Manon also knows the prodigious son of Geoff, the former landlord of the Douglas Arms Hotel in Bethesda. I can’t remember the name of  Geoff’s son, but he won a scholarship to Eton on the basis of his musical talents – playing the organ no less – and was featured on TV. It was in the mid-1990s, at the time of the demands for a public inquiry into the abuse of children in north Wales, at the same time as all those other talented youngsters were discovered whose families were facilitating the paedophile ring which everybody maintained did not exist.

Geoff knew a lot about corruption among professional people in north Wales. Geoff was a magistrate and a corrupt copper who arrested me in London in 1991 after the paedophiles’ friends in north Wales had perjured themselves, told me that he used to be stationed in north Wales and that he and his mates enjoyed themselves chucking local Bethesda boys in Llyn Ogwen after giving them a kicking and ‘if Geoff was on the bench we knew that we’d be OK’. See post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part III’.

What that copper didn’t know as he did his Life On Mars bit to impress a Bird, was that this particular bird knew that his crimes were rather more serious than just chucking the local teenagers into the lake for a dip to wash away the blood. I remember local young men being found dead in Llyn Ogwen after having ‘drowned whilst midnight swimming when drunk’. Local boys didn’t go swimming in Llyn Ogwen – the outdoor crowd did, but not those young men from Bethesda. Llyn Ogwen is several miles up the valley, it is cold and wet in winter and not many of the young working class men in Bethesda who were being beaten up by Geoff’s mates in the police took part in outdoor pursuits.

 

One of Geoff’s regulars who could be seen in the Douglas virtually every evening was Dr Bob Tresman, a psychiatrist who worked at the Hergest Unit.

 

When my friend warned me about Manon Ceridwen, I am fairly sure that he told me that she had previously been the curate or vicar in Llanllechid. There was a curate or vicar in Llanllechid back in the 1990s called Manon, because I knew someone who had an encounter with her who was seriously unimpressed. Someone I knew in Rachub found Satanic graffiti on the inside of a building in the village and became very concerned. I took the view that it was probably teenagers messing around but this person maintained that there are some odd people on this earth and that it would be worth finding out what had been going on. The building with the Satanic graffiti was just three doors down from a man who was not only dealing in class A drugs but was also sexually exploiting local women on a very big scale and had a keen interest in Black Magic and Aleister Crowley, although that particular man was capable of causing quite enough damage without summoning up assistance from Satan.

The resident of Rachub who found the Satanic graffiti decided to contact the local vicar – a new female vicar called Manon. He told her of his concerns and she didn’t share them. He then explained that just doors away from the Satanic graffiti lived a man with highly problematic behaviour who also dealt in class A drugs. Manon told the caller that she really wasn’t interested in hearing about Satanic graffiti because she wasn’t a painter and decorator. No, but she was a member of the clergy of the Church in Wales and some of her colleagues had been involved with perpetrating and concealing child sexual abuse.

I am not entirely sure if the Manon who came to steal my data was the same Manon who wasn’t a painter and decorater, but Manon Ceridwen James’s mate Duckula the Plagiarist knows a great deal about the paedophile ring which operated in north Wales, because before Duckula was an academic who didn’t understand or take an interest in academic work (Duckula memorably told me that ‘Althussar was just a load of old rubbish really’ – OK Duckula, we’ll forget about him then), Duckula was a social worker employed by Gwynedd County Council…

Duckula was certainly a woman of contradictions. Duckula particularly hated the English owners of second homes in north Wales and was delighted when her daughter Gillian – Daughter of Duckula – struck up a romantic relationship with one of the few people in north Wales who did serve a prison sentence for offences involving bombs. So Duckula was keeping it very quiet indeed that she owned a second home in France. Duckula had much previous which impacted upon her role as a magistrate in Holyhead, particularly the bribery and corruption previous…

 

It might be worth me breaking my silence here regarding the man who benefited from the salary that Duckula raised by plagiarising my idea. I was told by another PhD student that the young man concerned knew that Duckula had nicked my work to raise a salary for him and was worried lest I found out. I had found out, but I took the view that it was Duckula who had plagiarised my work not him and I wasn’t going to blame a PhD student who was having to rewrite his thesis because of Duckula’s gross incompetence. In fact it was the English speaking sociologists in Bangor – including me – who helped Duckula’s victim rewrite and resubmit his thesis, whilst he lived on the salary raised by the theft of my idea. The young man subsequently obtained his PhD and then landed a full-time well-paid Welsh medium lecturing post at Bangor, on a special scheme which reserved jobs for Welsh speakers. I don’t have a problem with such schemes because there is a shortage of Welsh speaking academics in many subjects and I believe that minority languages are worth keeping alive.

What I did have a problem with was hearing that some months after I and the other English speaking academics had saved this young man’s career, he had told an outstanding young Polish academic that she shouldn’t be in her job because jobs at Bangor should be reserved for Welsh people.

Dr Cynog Prys needs to remember – before he leads a rendering of ‘Tomorrow Belongs To Me’ – that it was thanks to one of the leading lights in Welsh medium education at Bangor that he failed his fucking PhD and it was only the Englishers who offered to help him after that disaster.

Cynog’s uncle was Chief Exec of the Welsh Language Board and his dad is a retired social worker…

Should Cynog or Manon or anyone else who has to plagiarise other people’s ideas to get by wish to steal anymore of my work, they should feel free to publish extracts from this blog wherever they feel like. How about sharing it with your dad’s former colleagues then Cynog?

 

The bumph that was sent to me promoting Manon Ceridwen’s volume was accompanied by some free PR for the R.S. Thomas Centre at Bangor University. I always marvel at the irony of Bangor University housing the R.S. Thomas Centre, because although R.S. Thomas was a UCNW graduate, his diaries show that he had a very low opinion of his fellow students at UCNW and made notes about them being a bunch of Welsh plebs. As an older man, R.S. Thomas reinvented himself as a ‘Welsh nationalist’ who took a Cynog world view that the English should not be settling in Wales. R.S. Thomas was a very bad tempered vicar who spent his later years living at Rhiw and who revelled in pretending not to be able to speak English when he met English tourists who had got lost. He did not speak Welsh when he was young, he spoke English with a very plummy accent and for a long while was a vicar in I think Shropshire, but reinvented himself as Welsh later in life. He had one son who emigrated to the Far East and who didn’t seem to like his father very much.

The man in charge of the R.S. Thomas Centre is Professor Tony Brown, a retired member of staff from the School of English. Tony Brown is one of the dwindling number of former members of staff still alive who worked at UCNW when it was run entirely by the paedophiles’ friends and for their own benefit, when a major branch of the trafficking gang was working via the Student Health Centre.

Tony Brown was a colleague of Dave Nunn, the lecturer who became a Hergest patient in the 1990s after he had a breakdown. The Dave Nunn who disappeared after he told some Top Doctors who had intentions of sectioning him that he had read the farcical High Court injunction that Dafydd had served on me…

Would Tony Brown like to tell us all why the paedophiles’ friends targeted Dave Nunn?

 

The Welsh media are reporting that Tawel Fan, the ward at the centre of the scandal involving the serious abuse of EMI patients at Ysbyty Gwynedd may be demolished and many millions are to be spent on a new building. So the Betsi have identified the usual source of blame after yet another scandal involving the abuse of vulnerable people – it was the fault of the building. The abuse of patients at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh was going to stop when the patients were moved into a new building. The abuse of patients at Ysbyty Gwynedd was going to stop when the brand new up-to-the-minute Hergest Unit was built. For the last few years the abuse, neglect and deaths of the patients at Hergest have been blamed on that terrible building that was never any good from the day one. Which is weird, Cos I Was There and the staff were really proud of that building – the patients were given tours of it before it officially opened.

I’m not sure how many times I need to repeat this. It is not buildings that neglect and abuse patients. It is not buildings that forge documents, perjure themselves in order to secure convictions against patients who have complained or throw firebombs into other buildings to kill witnesses. It is criminals and as long as the ‘services’ are run by the remnants of a sex trafficking gang and their friends, relatives and descendants, people will continue to be abused.

 

Meanwhile, the Guardian is reporting once more on the thousands of Angels who have been attacked by Dangerous Psychiatric Patients. Oh well, people in the NHS unions are obviously reading this blog, so I should take it as a compliment.

More blog posts coming soon BMA, RCN, UNISON, UNITE et al…

 

 

 

The Bloody State We’re In

I continue to research the backgrounds of those colleagues of Rhodri Morgan’s whom he named approvingly in his biography.

Rhodri Morgan was of course unsuccessful in his first attempt at getting himself elected as the leader of the Welsh Labour Party in 1999 and thus as Wales’s first FM. Rhodri writes about this campaign in which he stood – unsuccessfully – against Alun Michael.

Rhodri’s campaign was given £2 k by Mike McCarthy of Rightacres Properties. Rhodri mentions that McCarthy’s solicitor was David Seligman, who was also Rhodri’s solicitor. David Seligman has been a big name in the Labour Party in south Wales for decades, he is one of the many who ‘couldn’t believe’ that George Thomas was a child molester, one of the many who couldn’t believe/didn’t know whilst being close friends with the people who bribed and threatened the victims of George Thomas into silence (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’).

Rhodri also received, rather inexplicably, £100 for his campaign from Jilly Cooper. I wouldn’t have thought that a woman who keeps dogs with ridiculous names (satirised by ‘Private Eye’ as ‘my labrador Parker Bowles’) and who has made millions writing books about imaginary upper-class people having extra-marital sex whilst dressed in hunting gear would have much fellow feeling with Rhodri’s ambitions to be FM of Wales. Furthermore Jilly Cooper supports the Conservative Party. £100 isn’t a great deal of money for Jilly Cooper, but it’s still a bit odd that Rhodri Morgan ever even came to her attention.

I haven’t ever actually read any of Jilly Cooper’s books, not even that one that is on sale everywhere with the front cover featuring a picture of some jodhpur-clad buttocks being groped, but I’ve read about them. From what I understand, the only thing Welsh in Jilly’s writing is a character called Gareth Llewellyn, who is a ‘Welsh firebrand’. I expect that he has sex with someone posh, a la Mellors. Who could Jilly have possibly modelled that character on?

Rhodri based the north Wales branch of his leadership campaign in ‘the Labour house owned jointly by John Marek and the MEP for north Wales, Joe Wilson’. So Rhodri’s north Wales arm was situated at the heart of Paedophilia Central in Wrexham. In the midst of the Waterhouse Inquiry. Rhodri and his Mrs Julie didn’t think of popping over to Ewloe to have a word with Sir Ronnie Waterhouse then, even though Julie was a former social worker and Assistant Director of Barnardo’s and some of the Barnardo’s staff had been involved with the abuse of children in north Wales.

John Marek was the famously peculiar Labour MP, 1983-01 and AM for Wrexham, 1999-07, who ended up forming his own party consisting only of himself. Marek’s previous can be read in my post ‘My Arse – It’s Tatifliarious’. Marek was also associated with Forward Wales, a damp squib which evolved from a John Marek initiative. The other leading light in Forward Wales was Ron Davies – Ron joined up once he’d burnt his boats with the Labour Party after the business with Boogie on Clapham Common (see post ‘Cottaging At Castle Gate’).

Marek worked as hard as the rest of them not to know about the paedophile gang causing havoc in his constituency.

Joe Wilson was a Labour MEP for north Wales, 1989-99, and was Vice-Chair, Delegation for relations with Canada, 1992-1994. There is very little information available about Joe Wilson – other than that he was born in Birkenhead and is 80 years of age. So he could well be part of the Liverpool branch of Dafydd’s empire (see post ‘These Sharks Are Crap As Well’).

During his campaign, Rhodri won the votes of UNISON and MSF. Two unions who faithfully provided free legal advice and protection for the paedophiles and their friends when they had been caught abusing their positions or indeed their patients/clients (see post ‘A Very COHSE Relationship With Some Very Nasty People’). The corrupt reps of MSF used their knowledge of the criminal activity and misconduct at St George’s Hospital Medical School for their own gain, not to protect patients.

Rhodri had a cousin in Beddgelert, Nia, who was his hotline to north Wales. So Nia will know about the two Hergest patients who lived in Beddgelert, one who lived in squalor and chaos and who very obviously had been abandoned by the ‘services’. The local Church put considerable effort into trying to support him, but such were his difficulties that the havoc and disturbances to the peace of Beddgelert continued and he was eventually forced out of the village by vigilante action. Whilst Julie and Rhodri spouted crap about empowering service users.

The other patient who lived in Beddgelert killed himself by jumping in front of the train after walking out of the Hergest Unit. This man had been a professional football coach in his 20s and was friendly with a friend of mine. My friend watched the mental health services load this man up with anti-psychotics which left him incapable of doing anything other than sleeping for 18 hours a day. He kept telling my friend that the ‘medication’ had destroyed his life and that he couldn’t carry on like this. He made the mistake of expressing this view to the Angels so they gave him even more. The other thing that this man insisted on doing which really upset the Top Doctors and Angels was to tell people how when he was a teenager living in Birmingham he knew about a paedophile gang in the area who were targeting boys. Thus a diagnosis of paranoid schizophrenia was made.

Before he died, this man was hospitalised in the Hergest Unit at the same time as my friend. One morning my friend noticed that the man from Beddgelert was in a dreadful state, having just been forcibly dosed up to an even greater extent – he was frothing at the mouth and was in physical pain. He told my friend that he could not live like this any longer. A few hours later he was found dead on the railway track having been hit by a train. When an Angel broke the news of his death to my friend she told him that the trouble with the dead man was that ‘he just wanted to die really’. I wonder why.

There was a great deal of trouble after that young man died. He was a popular figure – the police were furious and neighbours were seething at what they maintained was the serious neglect of a very nice man. His family were distraught and gave an interview to the ‘Daily Post’. They did investigate the possibility of legal action against the North West Wales NHS Trust, but as ever they encountered problems when they tried to do this. A complaint to the GMC was made and a Hergest psychiatrist, a Dr Oberholzer, was I think reprimanded.

The deaths of Hergest patients continued and Oberholzer was also the subject of another serious complaint (see post ‘A Bit More About Those Very Muddy Waters’). He continued to practice.

 

Rhodri Morgan was beaten in the 1999 leadership campaign by Alun Michael. It was nearly universally agreed upon in Wales that Blair rigged the election because he was so desperate for Alun Michael to be installed as FM. I don’t know WHY Blair was desperate to see Michael as FM rather than Rhodri. Alun Michael was a paedophiles’ friend and Blair’s puppet, but Rhodri was just as much of a paedophiles’ friend. Rhodri was such a wally that he could hardly have led serious opposition to Blair’s New Labour regime in Westminster no matter how much he would have liked to.

 

Rhodri’s book mentions that during the first elections to the National Assembly in May 1999, Richard Edwards won for Labour in Preseli Pembrokeshire. So Edwards joined the many other paedophiles’ friends as the sun rose on a new dawn for Wales. It was Ron Davies who memorably said on TV after the ‘yes’ campaign won the devolution vote in Sept 1997, ‘Good morning – and it is a very good morning for Wales’. I quite agreed with Ron at the time because I was fed up with Wales being stuffed over by Westminster, but then I didn’t realise that the National Assembly was going to function as yet another home for the paedophiles’ friends.

So who do you want governing you Wales? A bunch of greedy spineless hypocritical paedophiles’ friends in the Senedd with their noses in the trough who have more money and goodies than the rest of you? Or a bunch of greedy spineless hypocritical paedophiles’ friends in Westminster with their noses in an even bigger trough who have even more money than the rest of you as well as even more money than the greedy spineless hypocrital paedophiles’ friends in the Senedd?

 

Richard Edwards was born in Llanelli. He was educated at Queen Elizabeth Grammar School, Carmarthen, the University of Swansea and the  University of Birmingham. Edwards is a member of the Institute of Chartered Secretaries and Administrators and a of dear old UNISON.

Richard Edwards was a Local Government Officer in Hounslow, 1979-81; Lecturer and Researcher, Institute of Local Gov’t Studies, 1981-85; a Freelance Political Researcher, 1985-87; Agent and Researcher to Alan Williams MP, 1987-95; Freelance Political Researcher and Lecturer, 1995-99. Before he was elected as an AM, Edwards was a Councillor on Carmarthen Town Council and was Mayor of Carmarthen,  1997-98. He stood down at the 2003 election.

No wonder Richard Edwards was snapped up as an AM. He grew up in west Wales whilst a paedophile gang operated there – a gang which had links to the gang in north Wales. He went to Swansea University, an institution run by Rhodri Morgan’s friends and relatives (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’). After finishing his PhD, Edwards worked for Hounslow – which borders on Richmond-Upon-Thames, the location of another major paedophile gang which operated through the Council’s Social Services at the time (see post ‘Another Episode Of Friends…). After returning to west Wales, Edwards worked for Alan Williams – a longstanding paedophiles’ friend and in his later years a shameless toady to Blair (see post ‘Oh, No! It’s The Pathetic Sharks’).

Edwards was a local Gov’t specialist, a Councillor and a Mayor in west Wales. He will have known about the organised abuse of children which had taken place – and continued to take place –  in every place in which Edwards had lived and worked and he probably knew that the gangs doing it were linked and involved Westminster and Whitehall figures.

Whilst in the Assembly, Edwards was Chair of the Local Government and Environment Committee, then the Environment, Planning and Transport Committee from March 2000.

So Richard, why were the teenaged twins June and Jennifer Gibbons from Pembrokeshire banged up in Broadmoor by the paedophiles’ friends after a few years during the 1970s and early 80s at the hands of the special education and child psychology services in west Wales when they did no more than commit petty crime and tell people that they were prostitutes? Can you also tell us anything about Jennifer’s death ‘from her medication’ days before she was due to be released from Broadmoor? And why did Marjorie Wallace never tell the truth about who had done what to those girls – or breathe a word about Jimmy Savile, until after he died when of course Marjorie told everyone that she knew how unsuitable he was to be running Broadmoor (see post ‘One Dangerous Fucker’). The two patients who committed suicide after Savile abused them must have clean slipped Marjorie’s mind for all those years…

I have wondered for years which high profile friend of Marjorie’s bedfellow Lord Snowdon everybody feared that the Gibbons twins might name or even write about, what with those girls sending off manuscripts to publishers…

The Gibbons twins stopped writing after they’d been imprisoned in Broadmoor because their ‘medication’ for their ‘paranoid schizophrenia’ damaged their eyesight so severely. They did tell Marjorie about this, but a Top Doctor explained to Marj that the Gibbons girls were ‘using their knowledge of medication to manipulate her’.

I was an evil cow as well, Robert Bluglass was horrified to learn, during his cover-up of the criminality of Dafydd et al (see post ‘Enter Professor Robert Bluglass CBE’), that I read psychiatry journals. I was a medical researcher with access to university libraries so it was hardly bloody surprising was it Bluglass. One thing that I did find out from my subversive academic reading was some of the influential names of those in Bluglass’s network which went back as far as his student days at St Andrews.

OOH wicked bitch – and I’d discovered that Dafydd was involved in serious crime to boot…

Richard Edwards will also have known that other longstanding paedophiles’ friend, Nia Griffith, MP for Llanelli (see post ‘The Battle Of The Cowshed’).

I don’t know why Edwards stood down in 2003, but it might have been because he had not been a good enough friend to the paedophiles – he was replaced by Tamsin Dunwoody, who excelled as a paedophiles’ friend and also had the advantage of coming from a whole dynasty of paedophiles’ friends (see post ‘These Sharks Are Crap As Well’).

 

Someone else mentioned in Rhodri’s book was Christine Gwyther. Gwyther was AM for Carmarthenshire West and South Pembrokeshire, 1999-07. Gwyther achieved notoriety whilst she was the Agriculture Minister under FM Alun Michael. The farmers of Wales – who are nearly all livestock farmers, it being rather difficult to do the arable bit on the slopes of mountains with high rainfall  – did not feel that Christine had their interests at heart when it was discovered that Gwyther was a vegetarian. I can imagine circumstances in which a veggie could fight for Wales’s farmers but it was noticeable that neither Christine Gwyther or Alun Michael managed to win the farmers over.

The farmers have got paedophiles’ friend Lesley Griffiths on their side now. In her role as Agriculture Minister Lesley gave them all a bollocking recently and told them that they didn’t know how to run their own businesses. As a former medical secretary in one of the most dangerous hospitals in Wales – Wrexham Maelor – who spent years in this capacity as well as in her capacity as a Wrexham Councillor ignoring the paedophile gang on her doorstep (see post ‘History Repeats Itself, First As Tragedy, Second As Farce’), Lesley is obviously just the person to tell other people that they are not showing enough ‘entrepreneurship’. Unlike John Allen who in 1968 invested in an old building near Wrexham and filled it with youngsters who were in local authority care whilst charging local authorities a great deal of money. The youngsters were then battered and abused by staff and visitors and in their mid-teens were trafficked to gay brothels owned by Allen in London and Brighton. John Allen became a millionaire. If only the hill farmers would show that sort of initiative.

Christine came from west Wales and before she became an AM, she was a Pembrokeshire County Council Development Officer. So like Richard Edwards, Christine Gwyther will know about the paedophiles of west Wales and the rationale behind the destruction of the Gibbons twins. Gwyther will also be able to give us all the lowdown on the corruption in Pembrokeshire County Council, the huge quantities of money and perks enjoyed by the Chief Executive and the subsequent police investigation which did not result in any prosecutions. But then a leading light in Pembrokeshire County Council had for many years sat on the Police Authority (see post ‘ A Major Coup – Or A Complete Disaster?’).

Gwyther was one of two candidates to be nominated for the 2012 election for the Police and Crime Commissioner for the Dyfed Powys Police Region, but mercifully was unsuccessful.

 

Richard Edwards and Christine Gwyther might also like to tell everyone how Keith Thomson managed to get himself appointed as Chief Executive of the NHS Trust which served west Wales after he resigned as CEO of the North West Wales NHS Trust in 2005, following my lawyer summoning Keith before the High Court in Cardiff where he was told to hand over all my medical records – which he was unlawfully witholding – or face a possible prison sentence for contempt of court (see post ‘The Banality Of Evil’).

After a series of NHS disasters in west Wales, Keith resigned again. Except that he quietly stayed on as an ‘advisor’ to the Board. This was a man, who whilst he was CEO in the NW Wales NHS Trust, presided over a regime which boasted the second highest suicide rate among female patients of any region of England and Wales and who also saw a number of his own staff commit suicide. Then there was Keith’s purchase of a Trust dinner set, made of the finest china and embossed with the Trust’s logo, to be used by members of the Trust Board only – a snip at over £12k. Meanwhile a young epileptic patient ended up in a persistent vegetative state after being admitted to Ysbyty Gwynedd on a Bank Holiday when there were no senior doctors on call and no-one knew how to treat her – she was given the wrong medication. Thomson had refused to waste money employing senior doctors on call at weekends and Bank Holidays. Whilst this happened, the Trust notepaper upon which Thomson wrote insulting letters to me and other patients with serious complaints branding us ‘vexatious complainants’ and announcing that he would not reply to any more of our correspondence, carried the ‘Positive About Disabled People’ logo. Yes, Mr Thomson was so positive about disabled people that he created them. There wasn’t just the epileptic girl, there was also the Hergest patient who had a leg amputated after contracting a hospital acquired infection – no-one had warned him that the ward was infected, he was a self-harmer with open wounds and whoops, bang went that leg of his…

I am still waiting for a clue as to why this madman was ever given the job as CEO of the NW Wales NHS Trust in the first place, yet alone allowed to remain there and then be smuggled off down to run the NHS in west Wales after he nearly ended up in prison. I suspect that the words ‘Dafydd and the paedophiles’ will be relevant to the explanation.

Perhaps paedophiles’ friend Jane Hutt would like to explain – Hutt was Health Minister whilst Thomson maimed and killed patients in north west Wales. Dr Brian Gibbons could follow up by telling us why Thomson was then given the opportunity to wreak further death and destruction in west Wales  – he was Health Minister when Thomson sneaked off down there. By the time that happened, I had written to Gibbons telling him that I had evidence of criminal activity in the North West Wales NHS Trust. Gibbons wrote back to tell me that this correspondence was now at an end.

You revolting stupid old git Gibbons, they were running a crime syndicate and people died because of it.

 

Here’s another name who was in the know – Margaret McDonagh. She was the General Secretary of the Labour Party, 1998-2001, whilst Blair, Alun Michael and Rhodri et al kept the lid on the assaults, crimes and deaths that continued throughout the Waterhouse Inquiry which was of course happening alongside the stupidities of Jane Hutt, Christine Gwythor, Richard Edwards et al.

McDonagh was part of the New Labour leadership inner-circle for the 1997 General Election campaign and was one of the inner-core deciding the official party position on specific issues, including perhaps the NHS policy of ‘frame the witnesses to the activities of Dafydd and the paedophiles and have them banged up’. Or even the killing in a hit and run of another witness whilst Blair was getting ready to be PM.

I knew that young man Maggie and the accessories to the crime as named and detailed previously…

When in 1998, McDonagh became General Secretary of the Labour Party, she had served as Deputy General Secretary for the previous year. She was not always popular with the grassroots and parts of the PLP due to her perceived ‘control-freakery’. Her ‘organisational skills’ came to the fore in the delivery of a second landslide victory at the 2001 General Election. McDonagh was criticised for accepting, without consultation, a £100,000 donation from the ‘Daily Express’ and porn publisher Richard Desmond.

 

I remember Blair being interviewed by Paxman about that. Paxo recited a list of Dirty Des’s titles – things like ‘Asian Babes’, ‘Big Ones’ etc – and asked Blair if he knew what was in those magazines. Blair winced and said ‘no I don’t’. Do you mean Blair that you have never even had a quick flick through the naughty books – particularly as some of those starring were coerced into it whilst they were kids in care and the people forcing them into the porn trade were protected by the colleagues and mates of your wife?

I don’t mind if folk like Ben Dover and his wife Linzi want to star in such material, they were consenting adults and made a good living at it. The victims of Dafydd and John Allen weren’t and didn’t. Lady Patricia Scotland was never paid a fortune to aggressively cross-examine Ben Dover and Linzi and call them lying criminals – but she did do that to those who had been brutalised and forced into crime by Dafydd and the paedophiles. And you Blair gave her a peerage and put her in the Lord Chancellor’s Dept as a reward and then Gordon appointed her Attorney General.

Dirty Des also has his Television X channel – one of the offerings on Television X is entitled ‘Fill That Crack’.

 

Another porn baron who goes under the umbrella of being a ‘businessman’ is David Sullivan. Sullivan spent the first ten years of his life in Cardiff – his dad was in the RAF. Sullivan hit the big time as a pornographer in the 1970s, making a great deal of money from porn mags and movies. I have always wondered whether there was a dreadful side to Sullivan’s empire that has been as well-concealed as what was happening in north Wales at that time. Sullivan’s girlfriend was porn star Mary Millington. Mary was found dead in Aug 1979.

After Mary’s death, Sullivan, ever the sensitive soul, continued to make money from his products starring Mary, ie. ‘Mary Millington’s True Blue Confessions’ (1980) and ‘Emmanuelle in Soho’ (1981).

In 1982 Sullivan was convicted of living off immoral earnings and after a successful appeal was released after serving 71 days in prison. Sullivan explained that he did not feel embarrassed about the initial source of his early fortunes. ‘I’ve made a lot of people happy’ he said. ‘If I was an arms manufacturer or a cigarette manufacturer, and my products killed millions of my clients, I’d have a bit of doubt about the whole thing. I was a freedom fighter. I believe in the right of adults to make their own decisions.’

But Sullivan – Mary was dead. And whilst some of your stars and clients were adults making their own decisions, some of them were kids in care who’d been snared by Dafydd and his gang and absolutely no-one would help them at all, no matter how much evidence they had, no matter how many witnesses there were and no matter how many of the victims and witnesses were found dead.

Sullivan owned Birmingham City and West Ham Football Clubs.

Sullivan’s investment company, Conegate, owns property in London including Russell & Bromley’s flagship shopbuildings in Oxford Street.

Sullivan has been a Patron of Prostate Cancer UK for over 15 years. He is an active supporter of the Teenage Cancer Trust along with several other charities nationwide. Sullivan celebrated West Ham’s promotion to the Premier League in May 2012 by donating a five figure sum to a charity for children with autism.

Bechod!

As well as being a porn star, Mary Millington worked as a call girl and in Sullivan’s sex shop in Norbury. She then opened her own shop in Tooting. The shop was raided by the police on numerous occasions and Mary claimed the police threatened her and forced her to pay protection money. In the past she had publicly criticised police raids on sex shops and published the addresses and telephone numbers of Scotland Yard, the DPP and MPs in her magazines. Was Mary perhaps sick of the hypocrisy of these people and did she know rather more about them than was made public?

The accounts of Mary’s final years could have been written by Dafydd. She had always been prone to ‘neurosis and depression’, which was ‘exacerbated by her cocaine habit’. Her mother’s death in 1976 also ‘affected her deeply and her behaviour became unpredictable’, which led to her breaking up with Sullivan.

Mary encountered serious problems following the police raids on her shop. A few months prior to her death, she had received a large tax bill which she was unable to pay. Her ‘kleptomania’ became more pronounced in the last year of her life, with arrests for shoplifting in June 1979 and again for stealing a necklace the day before her death.

Millington committed suicide at the age of 33, by taking an overdose of the tricyclic antidepressant anafranil, along with paracetamol and alcohol, at her home in Surrey. Her husband found her dead in her bed on 19 Aug 1979. She left four suicide notes which were found near her body. In one of them she had written, ‘The police have framed me yet again. They frighten me so much. I can’t face the thought of prison… The Nazi tax man has finished me as well’. In another note, to her solicitor Michael Kaye, Millington wrote ‘the police have killed me with their threats…the police have made my life a misery with frame ups. The tax man has hounded me so much- I will be made bankrupt, he mustn’t get anything of his £200,000 demands. He is a religious maniac’. In another note, to David Sullivan, she wrote: ‘please print in your magazines how much I want porn to be legalised, but the police have beaten me.’

Mary Millington might as well have been living in Bethesda…

The anti-depressant which killed Mary was dispensed to suicidal patients in north Wales. Tricylic anti-depressants are toxic in overdose and you don’t have to take many of them to kill you. So Dafydd and Tony Francis (Dr X) ensured that suicidal patients were given plenty of them but no other meaningful help. The patients were then harassed, threatened, assaulted, framed by the police, made homeless etc. All Dafydd and Francis had to do was to stand back and wait for the inevitable. As Tony Francis wrote on my records as he also busied himself trying to have me locked up on the basis of his perjury- along with the MDU, Hempsons, the BMA and the Welsh Office – ‘this case can only end in tragedy’.

All together now, to quote Brown – ‘it has – for them’.

Dafydd and David Sullivan are still alive and very rich.

There was no evidence found of a criminal conspiracy to conceal widespread sexual abuse of vulnerable people in north Wales. The people who maintained that they were abused could not be believed because they had criminal convictions, drug problems and were mental health patients.

People who knew Mary Millington spoke of what a nice person she was. Just like Jane the porn star who lived in Bethesda and who died of breast cancer during the Waterhouse Inquiry, when the Top Docs were managing to save the lives of so many other women with the same condition.

One of Mary’s films was called ‘Oh, Nurse!’.

Mary Millington starred in the film the Great Rock N Roll Swindle along with the Sex Pistols. Readers of my vintage will remember Sid Vicious killing himself after murdering his girlfriend Nancy Spungeon. Or at least that’s what it was presumed happened. Sid and Nancy both had mental health problems as well as serious drug habits and there seems to have been a great deal of confusion about who did what when. A number of people at the time blamed Malcolm McClaren for the disaster. It was alleged that McClaren was fully aware that he had two unhappy volatile young people on his hands and everything that McClaren did aggravated the situation. McClaren himself freely admitted that the bad publicity surrounding the Sex Pistols and the violence at their gigs did wonders for the marketing and profits. McClaren remained remarkably unconcerned even after Sid and Nancy’s deaths.

McClaren is dead but his partner Dame Viv is still with us. Dame Viv is interested in Saving the Planet and Poor People but Dame Viv is not the sharpest knife in the drawer so doesn’t sound very convincing when she discusses such matters. ‘Private Eye’ have run a number of articles detailing Dame Viv’s tax dodges and her exploitation of unpaid interns.

Malcolm and Dame Viv’s son used to boast of being a pornographer, but latterly he’s repackaged his activities as something more arty.

Sid, Nancy and Mary Millington might not be with us any more, but one person who knew much of what was going on around them before they died was Stuart Goddard aka Adam Ant. Adam Ant hasn’t done as well out of it all as Dame Viv. In fact poor old Adam Ant developed serious mental health problems, was arrested and prosecuted and ended up in the hands of the Top Doctors in a secure unit. Adam found the whole process very distressing, alleged that false allegations had been made about him and tried to tell John Humphrys on the ‘Today’ programme about what had happened to him in the secure unit. When Adam began a sentence with ‘no-one would believe what happens in those places, just let me tell you…’, John Humphrys silenced him.

John – invite Adam/Stuart back on and let him tell us WHAT was going on. Those places do not ‘help’ people, they are run by Top Doctors who are complicit with serious crime and part of the rationale for banging people up in secure units is to ensure that people like you will dismiss anything that they say.

My suspicions that someone wanted to silence Stuart Goddard were reinforced when I read that a Top Doctor involved in Stuart’s ‘care’ had obtained legal powers over him to stop him embarking on a tour or indeed even talking to the media. This was because Stuart didn’t know his own mind and should he be allowed to mouth off to the media he would become so distressed that he would be at risk of suicide. Stuart Goddard has not appeared in the media since.

Now then, now then, guys and gals, let’s just sort this out then, let your Uncle Jimmy who is friends with the Royals and Thatcher, corrupt police officers, corrupt lawyers, Top Doctors and God knows who else just fix it for everyone…

Stuart’s friends were so horrified at what passed for NHS care that they got him into a private unit. That unit will still have been run by crooks, but the physical environment will have been more pleasant.

 

 

Mary Millington died young and in despair, but another colleague of David Sullivan’s did very well out of her association with him – Baroness Karen Brady, Cameron’s Ambassador for Small Businesses, role model to women everywhere, all round superstar and game show host who raises one eyebrow. Karen began her career with Saatchi & Saatchi and progressed to selling advertising in Sullivan’s publications. Karen, being one who breaks glass ceilings, is known as the First Lady of Football.

In 2008, David Sullivan and Karen Brady were arrested by the City of London Police, interviewed and released on bail as part of an investigation into corruption in English football. Karen’s male business partners were furious that Karen had been arrested – according to them it was sexism wot was behind it, the police couldn’t bear to see a successful woman…

Karen is Patron of the Life After Stroke Awards and an Ambassador for Well Being for Women. She has also been Cosmopolitan’s Woman of the Year, was named in the category of Woman Who Has Changed The World, was awarded Britain’s Most Inspirational Women by the Breakthrough for Breast Cancer Inspiration Awards and has attended The Queen’s lunch for Women Achievers and Business Leaders.

What would we do without you to show us the way Karen?

I’d love to know who wanted Mary Millington dead.

Karen is a Conservative and now that she is in the Lords she is thinking of a career in politics. She has already hobnobbed with George Osborne and Cameron.

Karen’s buddy on the gameshow on which she raises one eyebrow is dear old Lord Alan Sugar. Lord Alan gave a great deal of money to the Labour Party and Gordon gave him a peerage. A few years later Lord Alan left the Labour Party. Alan is of course a business champion and an entrepreneur. I do not know whether, like Karen, Alan built his success on a porn business which killed the person who underpinned its success, but I do know that when Lord Sugar has tried to run real businesses, those businesses have gone tits up. What Lord Sugar is very good at is things like property speculation and various other methods of accumulating money which aren’t actually predicated on running a business – and of course at blagging away in a Cockney accent, being filmed getting in and out of expensive cars and walking into shiny skyscrapers, telling people why he doesn’t like them and pointing at people whilst saying ‘you’re fired’.

Why does the UK have so many more problems building a successful business culture than many other countries? Probably because we’ve encouraged a whole generation to view Karen Brady and Alan Sugar as ‘role models’.

 

To return to the lady who took a donation from a pornographer to swell the Labour Party’s coffers. After stepping down from the position of General Secretary following the 2001 General Election, Margaret McDonagh undertook a Harvard University business course and became General Manager of Express Newspapers, which I presume were still owned by Dirty Des.

Margaret is Chair of the Standard Life Charitable Trust. She has been a non-executive director of Standard Life, TBI plc and CareCapital Group plc. 

CareCapital plc describes itself as ‘an investor in and developer of healthcare property in the UK and Germany. It develops healthcare properties, and then lets them to tenants on long term leases providing a cost effective solution to practitioners that is uniquely tailored to their needs. In so doing it captures both the development profit and the long term revenue stream deriving from leasing what then becomes an investment property. CareCapital buys completed properties occasionally in circumstances where there are development opportunities but its main focus is development and then investment. The group’s properties are primarily health centres let to GP practices, dental surgeries, and pharmacies. Most of these properties are intended for the broad NHS sector. In Germany the group has created multi-occupancy neighbourhood clinics providing a variety of care facilities. The group is also seeking opportunities to develop intermediate care facilities, such as community hospitals, within the primary care sector’.

Which sounds suspiciously like a con.

In 2004, McDonagh was given a peerage.

In 2013 McDonagh was appointed Chair of the Smart Meter Central Delivery Body, which then became Smart Energy GB, ‘an independent organisation that aims to inform consumers about smart meters and their national rollout across Great Britain’.

No, I wouldn’t buy a used car from Margaret either.

 

Margaret’s sister is Siobhain McDonagh, MP for Mitcham and Morden – she and Margaret share a house together in Siobhain’s constituency. If readers are marvelling at how filthy Margaret’s hands are, just take in a few facts about Siobhain:

Siobhain (and Margaret) live in Colliers Wood, just down the road from the Sodom and Gomorrah which is St George’s Hospital Medical School. St George’s covers their patch. Siobhain has lived in the area for a long time and lived there whilst I worked at St George’s, 1989-91 and witnessed their collusion with serious crime (see post ‘Some Very Eminent Psychiatrists From London…’ and ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’).

Siobhain was a clerical officer for the DHSS, 1981–83, a receptionist at the Wandworth Homeless Persons Unit, 1984–86 and a housing adviser from 1986–88. Prior to being elected to Parliament she worked as a Development Manager for Battersea Churches Housing Trust, 1988–97. She served as a councillor on the London Borough of Merton for Colliers Wood, 1982-98, chairing the Housing Committee, 1990-95.

Whilst Siobhan was working for Wandsworth, Wandsworth Social Services – in collaboration with St George’s Academic Dept of Psychiatry and the associated mental health unit Springfield Hospital – were colluding with child abuse, the abuse of mental health patients and with serious drug offences (see posts ‘Some Very Eminent Psychiatrists From London…’ and ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’). St George’s and Wandsworth Social Services were directly involved in concealing the wrongdoing of Dafydd and the paedophiles – although they knew that Dafydd was sexually exploiting patients. Wandsworth had direct contact with Lucille Hughes – Dafydd’s mistress and Director of Gwynedd Social Services – who was facilitating the paedophile gang.

St George’s and Wandsworth Social Services were not only concealing child abuse in north Wales. They were concealing an organised gang in south London as well, one member of which was their Professor of Paediatrics, Oliver Brooke (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part III’). Oliver was a big player in a pan-European paedophile ring and was imprisoned for the possession of child porn in 1986 – whilst Siobhain was sitting on the local Council. The Director of Education for Wandsworth, Donald Naismith, was also named as being an active participant in a paedophile gang (see post ‘Another Episode Of Friends… ‘).

Siobhain will have definitely have known about all this. There were high profile police raids, arrests and convictions and as an insider, Siobhain will have known damn well that only a few of the guilty were prosecuted. Not only were many people left to conduct business as before, but St George’s, Springfield and Wandsworth Council were heaving with their colleagues and mates who had covered up for everyone who hadn’t been charged.

Siobhan’s fellow Merton Councillor at the time, Theresa May, will have known as much as Siobhain about the cesspool.

 

I am a bit baffled by the McDonaghs living in Colliers Wood. Of course it may have changed since I lived nearby, but I remember Collier’s Wood very well. Partly because there was a truly lovely, good-humoured GP who was based there, who I think must have been the only Top Doc in the area who gave a stuff about his patients. Then I ventured into Colliers Wood myself when I was looking for somewhere to live after responding to an advert and it really blew even my mind in terms of socio-economic disadvantage. Collier’s Wood was not a place where St George’s staff would ever choose to live. I spent about an hour chatting to the man who had advertised the ‘shared house’ – not because I had any intention of living there, but because I wanted to find out what was going on.

The man who placed the advert was a man who was probably in his late 20s. The house was a very run down – to the extent of having a number of missing windows – but sizeable house, but was virtually uninhabitable. The young man was entertaining a number of girls of about 12-14 yrs old there. The girls were charging around the house yelling and screaming and when the noise became too much, the young man would stick his head through the door and try and yell louder than them and tell them to shut up. It transpired that the girls had ‘run away from home’ and the young man explained to me that he ‘looked after them’. Then there were the drugs being openly consumed…

I was gobsmacked by the scene, I had never encountered anything like it. I did my ‘News Of The World’ reporter bit and made my excuses and left. I presumed that the kindly GP whom I had encountered in my work at St George’s was the only GP saintly enough to remain in Collier’s Wood – there didn’t seem to be any others and he worked in a one-doctor practice.

The next day I told my colleagues at St George’s of the extraordinary arrangement that I had witnessed. None of them gave a stuff and cheerily told me that ‘no-one’ lived in Colliers Wood.

A friendly but odd adult man living in a half derelict house with a group of 12 year old runaway girls and feeding them recreational chemicals? Why on earth would the Top Docs at the ‘leading London medical school’ next door ever concern themselves with that? That’s the leading medical school with it’s world class Academic Dept of Psychiatry specialising in young people’s problems.

Would you happen to remember the domestic set-up that I inadvertently stumbled upon Siobhain and Margaret?

 

Siobhain is now Patron of Leap Forward Employment  – a community interest company that finds work for adults with mental health issues.

Should Jeremy Corbyn become PM, surely Siobhain will be a dead cert for the job as Secretary of State for Health.

 

After Margaret McDonagh accepted Dirty Des’s dosh, the Labour Party tried to distance themselves and collectively indulged in I Know Nuzzing…. It was stressed by the next General Secretary that even Lord Levy didn’t know that the Party had accepted filthy lucre from a porn baron. Lord Levy is best remembered for having been arrested as part of the Cash for Honours police investigation, so poor old Des must have felt rejected. Whom did Blair appoint as the next General Secretary in Sept 2001 in order to pick up the pieces of Labour’s shattered reputation? A man called David Triesman.

 

David Triesman was educated at Stationers’ Company School, London; the University of Essex – as was Siobhain McDonagh – and King’s College, Cambridge.

Triesman worked as a Research Officer in Addiction at the Institute of Psychiatry, 1970-74. So Triesman worked at that farcical centre of ‘expertise in addiction’ that was based on laughable research and was run by people who concealed the crimes of Dafydd and many others. When Triesman worked at the Institute of Psychiatry, it was still part of the Maudsley. Dafydd’s many protectors were working there (see post ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’) and his mate Bob Hobson was still there as well, having not yet relocated to Manchester (see post ‘The Mentor’). Tony Francis passed through the Institute of Psychiatry at some point during the early-mid 1970s and Triesman may well have been working there whilst Francis was. Triesman undoubtedly will have been very well-acquainted with Dafydd’s network in south London.

Blair most definitely did not make these appointments of paedophiles’ friends accidentally.

Triesman was then a Senior Lecturer at the Polytechnic of South Bank, 1975-84. It was during those years that some of those involved in the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal studied at the South Bank Poly. Triesman was Deputy General Secretary, National Association of Teachers in Further and Higher Education 1984-93; General Secretary, Association of University Teachers, 1993-2001.

By the time that Triesman was leading unions representing lecturers in FE and HE, not only were the problems that colleges and universities were having dealing with the abuse and horror of what their social work students were witnessing on placement well-known, but a number of lecturing staff were colluding with the abuse of clients by removing or bullying students who were raising concerns. Triesman was Gen Sec of the AUT whilst Blair launched his ‘widening participation’ policy without consulting any of the sociologists who knew about the subject and who could have told Blair how to implement it in a way which would have resulted in the policy working. Triesman will have known that the universities were buckling under the strain of a marketized mass HE system without the infrastructure needed and he will also have known of the sheer number of troubled students with quite serious mental health problems who had been coerced into ‘going on a course’ by mental health professionals who could then tick a box marked ‘recovered, in education or employment’. That box remained ticked even if the students could not cope, developed even greater problems and then withdrew from their course feeling very bad about themselves. Meanwhile university lecturers struggled to support distressed students with personal difficulties and very little money, who had been completely abandoned by the statutory services.

I did part of my PhD on this subject and I witnessed the mess on the ground whilst Blair, Bill Rammell and other grinning wallies reassured the general public that ‘Education, Education, Education’ was an unmitigated success and that the nation’s universities were full of shiny, happy students from disadvantaged backgrounds who were embarking upon careers as barristers or merchant bankers. Lord Adonis – one of the architects of Blair’s HE policy – is now U turning like there is no tomorrow, as the results of Blair’s badly thought out nonsense have come home to roost. Nonsense which was only ever designed to pull the wool over the eyes of the nation and disguise the lack of real opportunities for many young people and the gross failures of the welfare services.

Triesman was a member of the Communist Party before he joined Labour. He is a member of the Reform Club.

 

After the 1997 General Election Rhodri and Julie Morgan lunched with Chris Blackhurst of the Indie. Blackhurst moved on to become Editor of the Indie, 2011-13. Since 2013 Blackhurst has been Group Content Director of the four titles overseen by Evgeny Lebedev – so Blackhurst now works for the same man as George Osborne. Chris Blackhurst is a law graduate who studied at Trinity Hall, Cambridge. During the 1990s he worked for the ‘Sunday Express’, The Indie on Sunday and was also the Westminster correspondent for the Indie, which was probably how he ended up having lunch with Rhodri and Julie. So Chris Blackhurst will know the enormity of the crimes that Rhodri and Julie were concealing whilst he noshed with them. Blackhurst seems to be a Conservative and supports various initiatives that are close to the Tories hearts, such as grammar schools. But he still never published anything about all those paedophiles’ friends whom Blair appointed to high office.

Rhodri states in his autobiography that the Parliamentary lobby correspondent Michael White of ‘The Guardian’ was ‘more interested’ in Wales than other journos. Michael White also wrote a regular column for Health Service Journal, 1977-17. White, when discussing media self-censorship in March 2011, said, ‘I have always sensed liberal, middle class ill-ease in going after stories about immigration, legal or otherwise, about welfare fraud or the less attractive tribal habits of the working class, which is more easily ignored altogether…’ 

So Michael, what kept you from publishing the best scoop that ‘The Guardian’ would ever have had – a scoop which involved sex, prostitution, drugs and murder among the ‘tribal’ ‘working classes’ as part of the biggest welfare fraud that could be imagined? Or did you keep quiet because the beneficiaries of the welfare fraud were the affluent middle classes who were the readers of Health Service Journal?

There is a nice photo of Michael White on his wiki entry, of White ‘Chairing a session for the Health Hotel in 2009’. My first response to the photo was ‘what the hell is the Health Hotel?’, my second was to notice that Michael White looks just like Elfed Roberts, the former Chairman of the NW Wales NHS Trust, who had me arrested for having pink hair and calling his car a penismobile (see post ‘And Now – It’s The Gallery…’).

 

 

Another person who gets a mention in Rhodri’s book is the paedophiles’ friends’ associate Rhodri Williams. Rhodri Williams is a former AM, who resigned from the Welsh Gov’t after entering a pub smoking a fag, after the Welsh Gov’t had outlawed smoking in such places. Rhodri’s faux pas caused an impressive row and I always thought that the reaction to his lit cigarette was out of all proportion to the crime committed. The Senedd was choc full of people who had assisted a gang of paedophiles and the extermination of psychiatric patients yet WW III broke out over someone forgetting a newly passed bit of health and safety legislation. In the way that I have always wondered why the BBC hung Frank Bough and his beige cardigan out to dry over the parties with the call girls and coke, yet continued to embrace Jimmy Savile and his funny little ways,  I have always wondered what the real reason was for Rhodri Williams being ousted.

Sadly I cannot draw any conclusions at the moment – virtually every reference to Rhodri Williams has disappeared from the internet, as have references to other people who have been at the centre of the shenanigans detailed on this blog. I can remember that Rhodri was a Plaid AM and that he was something in the Welsh Language Board whilst dear old Meri Huws was involved with that organisation. I seem to remember that he also had links to I think the Methodist Church. I do know that Rhodri is at present Director of Ofcom in Wales…

There is however another Rhodri Williams who is advertising his services online who is of as much interest to me as the people mentioned in Rhodri’s Morgan’s autobiography. That is Rhodri Williams QC of Henderson Chambers, Temple, London.

Rhodri Williams QC specialises in European Union law and local government and administrative law. He is recommended in the areas of local government law (Chambers & Partners), public procurement (Chambers UK) and public and administrative law (Legal 500).

Rhodri specialises in the law of the internal market as it affects the public sector, and, in particular, the EU public procurement regime, but also deals with a wide range of local government issues, including judicial review of post office closures, school re-organisation plans and school transport decisions. He deals with cases involving both local and regional government, including advising the Welsh Assembly Government and other Government Departments and local authorities, in England, Wales and in Northern Ireland. In 2000, he was appointed to the Attorney General’s list of approved Counsel and to the list of the Counsel General to the National Assembly for Wales and has represented the United Kingdom Government on several occasions before the Court of Justice of the European Union in Luxemburg. He was called to the Bar in Northern Ireland in 2009.

So Mr Williams, on what tricky matters have you been advising the Welsh Gov’t? Anything related to the legacy of a vicious paedophile ring which has left huge swathes of the Assembly and Wales’s public sector compromised and in a permanent state of terror that a survivor of the carnage in north Wales might one day pop up with the evidence of the serious crime which Sir Ronnie Waterhouse and Lady Justice Julia Macur maintained did not exist?

For God’s sake, just get into your thick skulls that there are so many skeletons in so many cupboards after decades of Dafydd and Lucille, that you were never going to be able to keep it quiet for ever.

 

Now begin the excavations at the North Wales Hospital and fess up.

 

The inclusive and diversifying Victoria Winckler is someone else who has spent her entire career within the bosom of the paedophiles’ friends and who probably knew that there was something nasty in the (Dr DGE) Wood shed for many years. Victoria is the Director of the Bevan Foundation. I joined the Bevan Foundation myself a few years ago under the delusion that this left-leaning think tank might lead thoughtful discussions regarding how our stale, abusive, endemically corrupt ‘services’ might be restructured to effectively assist people. I was disappointed. I have never seen in any Bevan Foundation material any discussion of why the state’s infrastructure is failing so badly and certainly never a whisper of the abuse of the people at the receiving end. The solution proposed by the Bevan Foundation to the problems of a rotten state is always the same – it is of course for Carwyn to hand over more dosh.

The key to the lack of intelligent policy suggestions from the Bevan Foundation might be found by looking at Victoria Winckler’s CV – like nearly everybody who works in the health and welfare sector, Victoria has spent her entire career within the bosom of the paedophiles’ friends and she is not one to rock a boat with Dafydd et al in it.

Victoria went to Aberystwyth University – she studied geography – 1975-78. She then did an MSc and PhD in town planning at Cardiff University, 1980-85. Victoria began her foray into the world of work as the Head of Policy, Research and European Affairs at Mid-Glamorgan County Council, 1987-96. So Victoria worked there throughout the heady years whilst Mid-Glamorgan County Council ignored the numerous very serious complaints about drama teacher John Owen molesting his pupils (see post ‘Yet More Inglorious Bastards). Victoria knew whose fortunes to hitch her own cart up to and it wasn’t the kids who became suicidal because of John Owen. It was Mid-Glamorgan County Council – after all, their former education advisor Ron Davies was now the MP for Caerphilly and whilst Winckler was working for Mid-Glamorgan Ron became Shadow Secretary of State for Wales. Victoria will have been told that one day Ron would be First Minister when a successful ‘yes’ vote to devolution was delivered, only like Ron himself Victoria didn’t count on Ron actually getting caught and outed during the course of one of his sexual adventures (see post ‘Cottaging At Castle Gate’). Well Victoria and absolutely everybody else had kept quiet about Ron for years and that strategy had been so successful.

Victoria will of course have also known about George Thomas sexually molesting teenagers and on occasions even younger boys, but by the time that Victoria had finished her PhD Thomas had been given a peerage, so obviously it was worth keeping on the right side of him and his mates, who included Thatcher (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’).

In 1996 after all those years of keeping schtum, as it was announced that there would be a public inquiry into the abuse of children in north Wales – by a gang with links to the people in south Wales about whom Victoria had so loyally kept quiet – Victoria was rewarded with the position of the Head of Economic and Environmental Affairs at the WLGA (Welsh Local Gov’t Association).

The WLGA is an organisation whose members robustly asserted for years that there was no serious problem with organised child abuse either in north Wales or elsewhere (see post ‘The Reality Is, There Is No Problem’). The signature of a leading light of the WLGA can be seen on every lame strategy document which has heralded a plan to ‘turn the services around’ – following yet another disaster resulting in a high profile scandal – alongside the signatures of other leading paedophiles’ friends.

Rhodri Morgan’s autobiography informs us that the WLGA caused considerable problems for the Welsh Gov’t – even the Gov’t led by the paedophiles’ friend which was Rhodri – because the WLGA took the view that they were the real Gov’t of Wales and instructed the Welsh Gov’t. Tom Middlehurst was Chairman of the WLGA, 1997-99 – whilst the Waterhouse Inquiry took evidence.

Middlehurst was leader of Flintshire County Council, 1995-99. Flintshire County Council was been created after Clwyd County Council had been dissolved to ensure that no-one could sue in the aftermath of the Jillings Report (see post ‘It’s A Piece Of Cake…’). Tom had worked for Clwyd County Council since 1971. Flintshire County Council had as many of Dafydd’s mates sitting on it as did Gwynedd County Council – Dafydd’s mates on Gwynedd County Council supported Plaid, whilst the paedophiles’ friends of Flintshire County Council supported Labour. All of them had kept quiet whilst Dafydd supplied children to Thatcher’s Ministers – and others – for sex.

Tom Middlehurst was the saviour of the paedophiles’ folly which was Theatre Clwyd (see post ‘Workers Play Time’) and became the Labour AM for Alyn and Deeside (see post ‘1999-03’).

 

Winckler was at the WLGA when John Jevons – who had presided over the horrors in Clwyd as Director of Social Services (see post ‘It’s A Piece Of Cake…’ and ‘Ain’t Nothing Clean – Not Even The Welsh Calvinistic Methodists’) – was welcomed with open arms by Julie Morgan, Sue Essex et al on Cardiff City Council as Director of Social Services for Cardiff after the shit bomb exploded in Clwyd in the summer of 1996 (see post ‘The Banality Of Evil’).

So Victoria Winckler arrived at the WLGA just in time for the Waterhouse Inquiry! She dutifully remained there until the Waterhouse Report had been published and all the anguished cries of ‘Christ what a fucking cover-up, what about all the kids who died?’ had been extinguished.

What else could now happen but for Victoria to be appointed as Director of the Bevan Foundation? Victoria had arrived – particularly with the ale-loving fool Rhodri in place as FM in Wales and Blair as PM in Westminster. Although Victoria had to carefully tread the tightrope between the Old Labour paedophiles’ friends in Cardiff and the New Labour paedophiles’ friends in Westminster. Victoria’s socialism is a bit wishy washy, so presumably she knew that the real power lay with Blair and Mandy no matter how loathed they were in Cardiff Bay.

Victoria has clocked up a few sidelines since she has been Director of the Bevan Foundation. She was a non-exec Director of the Cwm Taf NHS Trust, Oct 2004-Sept 09. Cwm Taf NHS Trust – later known as Cwm Taf Health Board – provides NHS services for the Methyr Tydfil and Rhondda Cynon Taff area. I have friends who live down there and when one of them became pregnant a few years ago there was much discussion of the necessity of her avoiding one particularly lethal hospital. The area served by Cwm Taf Health Board has some of the worst health outcomes in Wales but Victoria will know how to deal with that – you berate the plebs who are living in the profoundly disadvantaged south Wales Valleys on limited incomes for not Getting Screened or eating enough quinoa.

Victoria arrived on the Cwm Taf NHS Trust after the major police investigation into sexual abuse at the by then closed Taff Vale children’s home (see post ‘The Banality Of Evil’). The investigation was launched upon John Jevons’ arrival in Cardiff and the abuse had happened during those years in which Victoria had been employed just down the road from the Taff Vale children’s home at Mid-Glamorgan County Council.

In 2007 Victoria became a Board Member of the WCVA. She remained a Board member until 2011. The WCVA is yet another honey-pot for paedophiles’ friends.
In 2013 Victoria was appointed a Commissioner at the Living Wage Commission, a post she still holds. In 2014 Victoria became a Board Member of  Traveline Cymru, 2014, where she remains.
Richard Card, a regular correspondent to this blog, recently reminded me to take an interest in the University of Buckingham. Richard has knowledge of some very questionable researchers and theorists associated with the University of Buckingham who I am currently following up.
Max Beloff played a key role in the founding of the University of Buckingham. Max Beloff gave a glowing endorsement to a book written by Ioan Bowen Rees, who was considered to be one of Europe’s leading authorities on local gov’t. Which is staggering really, because Ioan Bowen Rees was the Chief Executive of Gwynedd County Council for years and before that was County Secretary – whilst Dafydd and Lucille Hughes (Ioan’s Director of Social Services) ran a paedophile ring via the children’s homes in Gwynedd.  Prior to running Gwynedd, Ioan was County Secretary for Dyfed County Council – whilst a paedophile operated on his territory. Ioan undoubtedly knew something about the organised abuse and trafficking of children in care. Furthermore, Ioan knew how terrible the ‘services’ provided by his Council were – because he used to live in the same village as me and could hardly have missed some of the near destitute people in the village who were being grossly neglected by Ioan’s Social Services (see post ‘I Know Nuzzing…’).
Max’s son Michael Beloff QC reared his head in 1996, after the compilation of the Jillings Report, following a major investigation into the abuse of children in care in Clwyd. No-one ever read the Jillings Report in full apart from the Council’s insurers and legal advisors. The Report was heavily redacted anyway and on the orders of the insurers was then pulped. The legal advisor for Clwyd’s insurers, Municipal Mutual, had advised Clwyd that if the Jillings Report was made available, Municipal Mutual would withdraw the Council’s cover and the Councillors would be personally liable for damages (see post ‘It’s A Piece Of Cake…’). That legal advisor was Michael Beloff QC.

Michael’s dad Max Beloff was an historian and Conservative peer. From 1974 to 1979, Beloff was Principal of the University College of Buckingham – now the University of Buckingham.

Beloff was born in Islington, was educated at St Paul’s School and then went to Corpus Christi College, Oxford. In 1957 Beloff was appointed Professor of Government and Public Administration at the University of Oxford.

Beloff was a member of the Liberal Party until 1972 but joined the Conservative Party in 1979 after being attracted by the style of conservatism promoted by Margaret Thatcher and Keith Joseph.

In 1974 Beloff gave up his Oxford Chair in favour of the position of Principal at the new University College at Buckingham, with the founding of which he had been closely concerned.

His dedication to his work in the Lords continued right to the end, even though in the past few years it must have been a great strain for him to come up to London from Brighton every week, to spend two or three nights at the Reform Club.

Max Beloff died in 1999, just before the Waterhouse Report was published.

Ioan Bowen Rees, the author of the book which had received such high praise from Max and Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council, also died in 1999, in May. So anyone who might have been worrying that Ioan might drop a few people in it when Waterhouse blamed everything on the cave-dwellers of north Wales could rest easy once more.

Max was not the only high achiever in his family. His siblings – Michael’s aunts and uncles – all ended up in very influential positions as well.

 

Max’s sister Norah Beloff was a journalist and political writer who worked for ‘The Observer’, 1948-78.

After graduating from Lady Margaret Hall, Oxford in 1940, Beloff worked for the British Foreign Office’s political intelligence department. She moved to Paris in 1944 to work for the British Embassy, staying in Paris after WW II to work for Reuters. Beloff worked for ‘The Economist’, 1946–48 and then ‘The Observer’ as a Paris-based correspondent. She left Paris to cover the Cold War for ‘The Observer’ from Washington, D.C. 1949–51 and Moscow. 

In 1964 Norah Beloff returned to London following her appointment as a political correspondent for ‘The Observer’In this role, she often wrote critical pieces about the Labour Party and Labour Prime Minister Harold Wilson unsuccessfully petitioned ‘The Observer’ to dismiss her. Beloff remained in post until 1976 and then worked as a special correspondent. Beloff left ‘The Observer’ in 1978 because of disagreements with its new editor, Donald Trelford. 

Norah Beloff travelled extensively across Europe in her later career and was arrested in Georgia and expelled from Yugoslavia. She was lampooned in ‘Private Eye’ and fought two legal actions against the magazine; she won libel damages of £3,000 but lost a breach of copyright action.

Norah Beloff’s 1997 Independent obituary mentioned that Beloff was supported by David Astor, the owner and editor of ‘The Observer’ because she exposed the extreme left of the Labour Party. ‘The Observer’ was perceived as a left leaning newspaper but supported Ted Heath in his battle against the unions. David Astor had a reputation as a liberal man and a supporter of worthy causes, but accounts of his conduct during the Profumo Affair – which involved his immediate family – suggest that David Astor was capable of some dreadful things if reputations needed to be preserved (see post ‘In Memoriam – Bronwen, Lady Astor’).

Norah Beloff’s obituary observed that she was ‘at heart a Conservative’.

In 1977 when she was in her late 50s, Norah Beloff married Clifford Makins, the sports Editor of ‘The Observer’. It was noted that Norah was remembered as a ‘marvellous aunt’ who ‘kept various branches of family together’.

Michael Beloff having a close relationship with his aunt with excellent media connections could be yet another reason why the media showed so little interest in the bizarre and macabre happenings in north Wales.

My post ‘Two Dangerous Very Dishonest Nurses’  details the aggression, misconduct, lies and danger to patients posed by Stephen Gallagher, a senior nurse at Ysbyty Gwynedd. After witness accounts once more demonstrated the danger that Gallagher and two of his colleagues represented to the general public, an extraordinary story featuring Stephen Gallagher found its way into literally the world’s media, not just the ‘Daily Post’. The story portrayed Gallagher as a life-saving war hero regarding his service with the TA in Afghanistan. It was substantially inaccurate, breached confidence and placed people in danger.

I was used to reading nonsense about the heroes employed in the local NHS in the provincial press, but I was a little surprised that the fairy tale about Gallagher when he was in deep doo doo found its way across the globe. Of course, if someone with links to the paedophiles’ friends in north Wales had an aunt who had been a very well known journalist on an international level, that could provide an explanation.

It might also explain why there was so little media coverage of the numerous serious NHS ‘adverse incidents’ in north Wales, not even during the pre-election debates  which provide such wonderful opportunities for journalists, as pioneered by the Jennifer’s Ear story in 1992. North Wales can beat Jennifer’s Ear hands down. There was the old lady who haemorrhaged to death in a hospital bed in Yysby Gwynedd whilst two Top Doctors refused to treat her because they hated each other so much that they wouldn’t speak to each other; the three patients who had participated in a clinical trial at Ysbyty Gwynedd who were taken very seriously ill and then one of them died; there was the patient in A&E in Wrexham Maelor who died whilst waiting to be seen and when his corpse fell onto the floor, the security man on duty picked it up and put it back onto the chair. It was another 20 mins before someone had the heart to tell him that the patient was dead. The response of the security man was to rage at the patients for not helping the man who died. Where the A&E staff were, no-one managed to explain.

No-one gave those stories to Reuters.

 

Another of Max’s siblings was John Beloff, who served in the British Army in WWII. He worked in an architect’s office, then studied at London University, graduating in 1952. After a year at the University of Illinois he did a doctorate at Queen’s University Belfast, finishing in 1956. He started work at Edinburgh University in 1962 and stayed there until his retirement. Beloff had been interested in parapsychology from an early age and served as president of the Society for Psychical Research, 1974-76. He was an executor of Arthur Koestler’s will in 1983 and was instrumental in setting up the first UK Chair of parapsychology, the Koestler Parasychology Unit at Edinburgh in 1985.

A number of universities rejected the offer of the funding from Koestler’s will to establish a Chair. By the time that Koestler had died, there had been a number of accounts of his sexual violence towards women – Kostler had violently raped Jill Craigie, Michael Foot’s wife, when she was young – and there was also concern that Koestler had coerced his wife Cynthia into committing suicide with him. Cynthia was much younger than Koestler and was in good health, but was completely dominated by him. For further details of Arthur Koestler, see post ‘Oh, No! It’s The Pathetic Sharks’.

 

Max’s sister Renee Soskin went to the Royal College of Music and trained for the stage. She married Moses G. Soskin and worked as a speech and drama teacher and as a teacher of drama at the Royal Academy of Music. Renee was MD of a City of London finance house and became a Director of two companies. In 1970 she became the new proprietor of Bury Lawn Independent Day School, a coeducational school in Milton Keynes. The school is now called the Webber Independent School.

Renee was a County of London Magistrate and was Chairman of the Hampstead Liberal Association for four years. In 1958 she was first elected a Member of the Liberal Party Council. Renee was Liberal candidate for the Bedfordshire South division at the 1959 General Election. During the 1959 General Election campaign she featured in a televised Liberal Party Election Broadcast. In 1961 Renee was elected Vice-President of the Women’s Liberal Federation, serving until 1963 and in 1964 was Vice-Chairman of the Women’s Liberal Federation. She was Liberal candidate for the Hampstead division at the 1964 General Election and Liberal candidate again for Hampstead at the 1966 General Election. 

Being active in the Liberal Party in the 1960s, Renee almost certainly knew about the activities of Jeremy Thorpe. She probably knew about the activities of a few other people as well, Hampstead was stuffed to the rafters with affluent politicians, Top Docs, analysts, writers and celebs who were all colluding with a great deal of wrongdoing in high places.

 

Another one of Max’s siblings was Anne Beloff-Chain, a British biochemist. Anne graduated from University College London in 1942 and then completed a PhD with at Oxford University. She worked at Harvard Medical School, 1946-48. In 1948 Anne married Ernst Boris Chain, another biochemist who had won a Nobel Prize in 1945. She worked at Imperial College, London, 1964–86 and the University of Buckingham, 1986–1991.

In 1964, Beloff-Chain and her husband were recruited by Imperial. She was given a Chair at Imperial in 1983, but left for the University of Buckingham, along with her research team, in 1985. A £250,000 new laboratory was built and in 1986 she was given a Chair at Buckingham.

At Buckingham, Beloff-Chain received funding from the Clore Foundation to establish and head the Department of Biochemistry, where she worked until her death in Dec 1991 at Camden Town.

Sir Ernst Chain was a lifelong friend of Prof Albert Neuberger, who was the father of Lord David Neuberger, President of the Supreme Court, 2012-17.

 

All three of David Neuberger’s brothers are or were Professors: James Neuberger, Professor of Medicine at the Birmingham University; Michael Neuberger, Professor of Molecular Immunology at Cambridge University; Anthony Neuberger, Professor in Finance at Warwick Business School. 

David Neuberger was educated at Westminster School and studied at Christ Church, Oxford. After graduation, Neuberger worked at the N.M. Rothschild & Sons, 1970-73. Neuberger then trained as a barrister in 1974 and became a QC in 1987. He was a Recorder, 1990-96. Neuberger was then appointed a High Court Judge in the Chancery Division. 

In 2001, David Neuberger was made Supervisory Chancery Judge of Midland, Wales and Chester and of the Western Circuits. He held the post until 12 Jan 2004, when he was appointed a Lord Justice of Appeal and a Privy Councillor.

So David Neuberger was Supervisory Chancery Judge whilst I was being framed and was experiencing the excesses of Judge Huw Daniel, 2002-04, (see post ‘Interesting Happenings In The Legal System’).

Since 2005, Neuberger has been Co-chair (with Richard Susskind) of ITAC (Lord Chancellor’s Information Technology and Courts Committee).

On 11 Jan 2007, David Neuberger succeeded Lord Nicholls as a Lord of Appeal in Ordinary. He was given a peerage in 2007. 

In Oct 2009 Neuberger became Master of the Rolls.

Between 2006-07, Neuberger led an investigation for the Bar Council into widening access to the Bar. He also served on the Panel on Fair Access to the Professions, led by paedophiles’ friend, former Health Secretary Alan Milburn (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part IV’), which reported in July 2009. Other Panel members included Trevor Phillips, head of the Commission for Equalities and Human Rights (see post ‘Radical Leicester And Some Other Free Radicals’), Michael Grade, then the Chairman of ITV – a toady to the brother of Home Secretary Leon Brittan, who concealed the organised abuse of children and a great deal of other crime as well – and Martin Rees, Astronomer Royal.

David Neuberger became President of the Supreme Court in Oct 2012 – he retired in 2017.

 

David Neuberger’s sister-in-law is Rabbi Julia Neuberger. Julia has a CV which in terms of being a Top Doctors’ and paedophiles’ friend would be difficult to beat.

Julia Neuberger was Chair of Camden and Islington Community Health Services NHS Trust, 1992-97, the site of much carnage and wilful denial of the carnage. The Islington paedophile ring was still very much in business when Julia Chaired that NHS Trust.

From 1997-2004, Julia occupied one of the favourite posts of the apologists for the excesses of the Top Doctors, Chief Executive of the King’s Fund.

Julia’s volumes ‘The Moral State We’re Inwas published in 2005 and is a study of morality and public policy in modern Britain. As someone who Chaired the NHS Trust which not only covered the site of the Islington Child Abuse Scandal but which also had the honour of presiding over the area with the highest suicide rate among women in England and Wales, Julia will know a great deal about ‘morality and public policy’, but I’m not convinced that she has published all that she knows on this matter. Whilst Camden boasted the highest suicide rate for women in England and Wales, second prize was awarded to north west Wales.

Perhaps in her capacity as an expert on morality and public policy, Julia might like to suggest why so many women in Camden and Gwynedd were and probably still are killing themselves. Julia knew that Top Doctor who had personal connections to some of those responsible for the slaughter in north Wales, Dr Death. Julia was such a fan of Dr Death that she stood as the SDP candidate for Tooting in 1983. St George’s Hospital Medical School is located in Tooting and David Hole, the corrupt MSF rep who concealed much wrongdoing at St George’s and used his knowledge for his own advantage, was active in the SDP.

Like Margaret Hodge who was leader of Islington Council whilst the Council’s children’s homes had been infiltrated by paedophiles (see post ‘The London Connection’), Julia is both a Dame and a Baroness.

Julia served as a Liberal Democrat Health spokesperson from 2004-07. In June 2007, Baroness Julia was appointed by the incoming PM Gordon Brown as the Gov’t champion of volunteering. She resigned from the Liberal Democrats upon becoming Senior Rabbi of the West London Synagogue.

In Jan 2013, Julia Neuberger was appointed Chair of an Independent Review of the Liverpool Care Pathway, which after being misunderstood and misused, had resulted in scandal after a number of terminally ill patients had been dosed up and denied water to hasten them on their way. The impartiality of Neuberger’s appointment was questioned by some of the bereaved families, because of her previous endorsement of the Liverpool Care Pathway and her support of the Marie Curie Institute – it was John Ellershaw, the Medical Director of the Marie Curie Palliative Care Institute in Liverpool, who developed the LCP. Ellershaw’s Institute is a partnership between Marie Curie Hospice Liverpool and the University of Liverpool, with a satellite unit at the Royal Liverpool University Hospitals.

Prof John Ellershaw has a CV which suggests that he too is an associate of Dafydd and the paedophiles. Ellershaw graduated from the Welsh National School of Medicine, Cardiff in 1984; completed an MA (Wales) 1992; was appointed as the Clinical Director of Palliative Care at Royal Liverpool University Hospital in 1994.

The horrors of the LCP were such that even Top Doctors were involved in the campaign to bring it to an end. I am not suggesting that John Ellershaw ever intended the LCP to be used to wipe out elderly or terminally ill people, but Top Docs themselves alleged that this was happening. Professor Mark Glaser – who was Mo Mowlam’s Top Doc – stated that the LCP ‘was the most corrupt practice in British medicine’ (I’m sorry to tell Prof Glaser that I can think of a few more practices which are as equally corrupt).

Dr Richard Lamerton, a retired Top Doctor who was a pioneer of the Hospice Movement, was a friend of Ellershaw’s and a supporter of the LCP until he saw how it was being used. Richard Homerton observed that ‘To use our knowledge and methods to kill off patients because the doctor doesn’t know how to care for them properly or because the hospital administrator wants the bed cleared is inexcusable. And criminal. I can’t help being reminded that Hitler called these patients ‘useless eaters’.

Perhaps Dr Homerton’s comment could be emblazoned above the entrance of every psych unit in the UK.

In 2013 the results of Neurberger’s Review of the Liverpool Care Pathway was submitted to Gov’t. The Gov’t advised the NHS to no longer use the LCP.

Neurberger was Vice-President of Attend, a charity which ‘supports and expands the roles that volunteers play in creating healthy communities’, 2006-11.

Neuberger was appointed to the board of Irish health insurers Vhi Healthcare for a five-year period from 2005 by Mary Harney, the Tanaiste and Minister for Health and Children.

 

 

Recent posts have described in detail some of the serious wrongdoing in the mental health services in north Wales – the abuse and mistreatment of patients by some truly dreadful doctors, the refusal to investigate serious complaints, the forging of documents to conceal wrongdoing or negligence and the framing for criminal offences of patients who had complained or witnessed wrongdoing.

There were two other Angels employed at Ysbyty Gwynedd who knew that this was how business was conducted whom I have not yet mentioned. They worked on the psychiatric wards in Ysbyty Gwynedd in 1991-93 before the Hergest Unit was built – whilst the mental health services were subjected to a damning report.

One of these Angels was called Sharon. I can’t remember her surname but she wasn’t local, she was from Manchester. Sharon pioneered something which later became a distinguishing feature of the mental health services – that of the staff ministering to each other in the face of serious patient neglect. This reached its zenith with the abusive Arfon Community Mental Health Team, many of whose members took days off at a time to practice Mindfulness – whilst their patch had one of the highest suicide rates among patients in the UK.

Sharon wasn’t just your usual common or garden Angel, Sharon had an added extra – she had trained as a hypnotherapist. A lot of Angels these days have trained in complementary therapies and many of them offer to use these techniques with their patients for very genuine reasons and indeed many patients really appreciate it. However Sharon didn’t offer hypnotherapy to patients, Sharon offered it to the other Angels.

Sharon was in great demand as a hypnotherapist for Angels for one main reason – the Angels were nearly all very heavy smokers and were constantly trying to Give Up. Of course if Sharon wished to help her workmates in this, that in itself would not have been a problem. But Sharon was conducting business on the wards, during work hours. Sharon, as the nurse on duty, would sit in the corner of the ward and be visited by various Angels who would have their consultation and hypnotherapy. Whilst patients were ignored. Not just for five minutes, or now and then, but as a matter of routine. Sharon ignored all patients at all times no matter how distressed they were.

It was on Sharon’s ward that I witnessed a man – whom I think was one of Dafydd’s drug patients – walk up to a teenaged girl who was acutely ill and had been sectioned and punch her in the face with no provocation. She cried for hours afterwards and one of the better male nurses went and sat by her to keep her company. The assault wan’t reported to the police and the girl’s parents were not told what had happened either. The man who had hit her was not transferred anywhere else, he remained on the ward and continued to intimidate other patients, although I didn’t see him actually punch anyone else again.

Whilst Sharon worked on that ward, a number of patients were detained illegally and Dafydd tried to persuade a teenage boy to have sex change surgery because the boy was gay. Another young female patient was pregnant by a junior gynaecologist who had arranged for her to have a termination that she did not want but was being coerced into – one of his mates who was also a junior gynaecologist then made her pregnant again and once more she was coerced into an abortion. All the staff knew about this and only one nurse spent time with the young woman to tell her that she did not have to have terminations if she did not want them. I got to know this young woman well and she was literally being passed around the junior doctors. After the second termination, Tony Francis discharged her on the grounds that she was not ‘really’ ill. She continued to experience serious problems and her GP referred her back again. The next excuse was that because she was a student who had graduated she was no longer a resident of Bangor and was therefore not entitled to use the local services. I was shown the letters that this young woman had been sent by Francis. One letter recommended that she should return to live with her father in England and seek help there.

This young woman’s father had severe chronic mental health problems himself and Francis knew about that. She had a mother who lived apart from her father, because her parents were divorced. Where did her mum live? Anglesey. So much for being ‘out of area’.

Someone else knew about this young woman as well – Tony Francis’s wife, Dr Sadie Francis. Because for three weeks or so, the young woman was bounced back and forth between Tony and Sadie Francis, as both of them found excuses not to treat her.

Last year I received an e mail from someone who had lived in Bangor in the early 1990s who told me that gay doctors from Ysbyty Gwynedd were paying local teenaged boys in care for sex.

Another patient on the ward on which Sharon worked was a teenaged boy from Holyhead who was about 14. He was on a ward with adult patients with whom he had nothing in common, he was very isolated and was in Ysbyty Gwynedd for a very long time. This boy told me that Sadie Francis had kept him on a section for 6 months. The Angels were very hostile and aggressive towards him on the grounds that he had a criminal record – he had been done for theft and burglary. He was also in the care of Gwynedd County Council.

Another patient on this ward had been sectioned after ‘causing a lot of trouble’ with his neighbour. This man was furious when he arrived on the ward and was explaining to people quite clearly that he did not understand why he had been taken there by the police. It later transpired that he was a really nice friendly person. Furthermore he was definitely not mentally ill and should never have been sectioned. How did I know? Because I overheard a conversation between two Angels who were discussing how they were going to explain why a perfectly sane man had been arrested and sectioned on the say-so of his neighbour. The solution to the problem was to give him some benign medication – valium – for a couple of days and then tell him that he was ‘better’ and could go. That was what was done – he was a chatty friendly man but not well educated, so didn’t realise that he had been given a near-placebo.

No doubt some medical notes had to be forged to explain it all away.

Some of the horrors described in earlier posts re the psych wards at Ysbyty Gwynedd (see posts ‘Another Case Of Not Knowing?’ and ‘Hospital Hoppers And People Who Are Not Really Ill’) detail incidents that took place on the watch of Sharon the Hypnotherapist.

 

Another Angel who worked on the same ward as Sharon was called Pam. Pam didn’t ignore the patients in the way that Sharon did, but Pam seemed to be frequently left alone to run the ward single-handedly and would be very obviously rushed off her feet. I didn’t ever see another Angel so much as speak to Pam. The only member of staff whom I ever saw even acknowledge her was Tony Francis. He arrived on the ward one day, when as usual Pam was working her arse off and there was no-one else to be seen and Francis just said ‘all on your own again?’ and walked off.

I am wondering if Pam had been targeted by the paedophiles’ friends for not toeing the party line. Just before I was admitted to Pam and Sharon’s ward – Seiriol Ward – Pam told me that she had been ‘stabbed by a patient’. I was horrified but then Pam explained that she hadn’t been stabbed with a knife, she had been stabbed by a female patient with a pair of scissors. Pam did not need hospital treatment and was not injured. She had been asked by her senior colleagues to press charges against the patient, but had refused. Whilst telling me about it, Pam mysteriously said ‘I wish I had prosecuted her now’, but didn’t explain why. I asked Pam what had happened to the patient who had stabbed her and Pam told me that she had been sent to Bryn Golau Ward in the North Wales Hospital. Bryn Golau was Dafydd’s prison for the victims of the paedophiles.

I can only imagine what the truth behind that stabbing of an Angel was and the crap that was being flung at Pam for refusing to perjure herself and frame a patient.

Pam left Ysbyty Gwynedd before the Hergest Unit opened, as did Sharon.

There was one Angel who worked on the neighbouring Dwynwen Ward – who really was very good, a Scottish nurse who lived near me in Llanllechid. She left Ysbyty Gwynedd as well – to work abroad. Before she left north Wales I heard that she had been subjected to a campaign of harassment at home and had been so worried that she had called the police in. I was told that the Bethesda police had stressed to her that she was not being targeted because she wasn’t Welsh.

No, like most of the aggro in north Wales, it will have been the paedophiles’ friends at work, bugger all to do with ‘Welsh extremists’.

It was at this time that Heidi Humphreys, one of the nurses on Seiriol Ward, was killed in a car crash on her way home to Pwllheli one evening (see post ‘The Sad Story Of The Heidi Humphreys Unit’).

 

Whilst I was on the ward staffed by Sharon the Hypnotherapist and many others who generally ignored the patients and chatted among themselves I heard a number of interesting things. A common theme was the terrible way in which staff were treated by the Top Docs, particularly by Tony Francis. Patients and staff claimed to have witnessed Francis losing his temper and going absolutely beserk, swearing at them and chucking furniture around. A group of the oppressed entertained each other with the story of a very meek and polite overseas junior doctor whom they alleged had been terrorised by Francis for months. The doctor had arrived at Ysbyty Gwynedd as an SHO and had been promoted. One day Francis was witnessed shouting and swearing at everyone and yelled out ‘where’s that fucking SHO?’, to which a polite meek voice behind him replied ‘I have been a registrar for three months now…’

 

How much more did I witness then paedophiles’ friends?? You had no idea that I was gathering the evidence did you…You’ll just have to keep following the blog…

 

Whilst searching for something else recently I came across the 1994 New Year Honours list. There were a number of honours given to people who were closely associated with those we known and love.

A Phyllis Ford who was a fundraiser for the St David’s Hospice Appeal Fund was honoured. St David’s Hospice is in Llandudno and for years has been run by the paedophiles’ friends (see post ‘The CEOs Of St David’s Hospice’). Phyllis appeared on the episode of ‘This Is Your Life’ when the subject of the programme was Ken Dodd and revealed that Ken Dodd had raised a great deal of money for St David’s Hospice and that Ken’s target was to raise £2 million for them. Ken got a round of applause. The audience will have had no idea that St David’s Hospice is run by the paedophiles’ friends of north Wales. I did suspect that Ken Dodd might have had a link to the paedophiles’ friends when I was researching for my post ‘My Arse – It’s Tatifilarious’.  Now it has been confirmed. Which makes the banging up in a secure hospital of Ruth Tagg, Ken’s alleged ‘stalker’, even more worrying than I thought it was.

The paedophiles’ friends of St David’s Hospice are certainly well connected. A comment after one of my previous posts mentioned how Paul Merton, Marcus Brigstocke and Phil Jupitus all rolled up in north Wales to put on a fundraising comedy gig to raise money for St David’s Hospice when the appalling Alun Davies was the CEO, but I didn’t mention that Ken Roache aka Ken Barlow of Coronation Street fame was the Patron of St David’s Hospice whilst Davies was CEO.

So how did a thick, corrupt, document forging, lying git like Alun Davies (see post ‘Dirty Rotten Scoundrels’) gain access to so many high profile celebs?

 

One of the guests on Ken Dodd’s ‘This Is Your Life’ was Jimmy Tarbuck. When Tarby was the subject of ‘This Is Your Life’, his bessie mates Cilla Black and her husband and manager Bobby Willis appeared. Cilla was a personal friend of Professor Geoffrey Chamberlain who was my head of dept when I worked at St George’s. Chamberlain knew about the paedophile ring operating in south London of which his colleague Professor Oliver Brooke was a member and he knew about Dafydd and the paedophiles. Two years after I left St George’s, Chamberlain was involved in a major research fraud but unlike his colleague Malcolm Pearce, Chamberlain wasn’t struck off although Chamberlain’s name was on the research paper (see post ‘I Don’t Believe It!’). When Chamberlain retired from St George’s, he took up a post lecturing at Swansea University.

After Bobby Willis died, Cilla became a very big mate of Paul O’Grady aka Lily Savage. Cilla went on holiday with Paul O’Grady, as she did with Tarby. Paul O’Grady’s autobiography mentions that he was a social worker in Lambeth before he became famous and among other things, he failed to report the death of a client and squatted in her flat and left other vulnerable clients alone at night when he was on duty whilst he got pissed and had knees-ups with rent boys at local gay clubs.

One of Tarby’s mates was Cliff Richard. Who, like Tarby, was accused of historic sex offences.

Someone who was investigated for historic sex offences as part of Operation Yewtree and who professed his innocence and subsequently wrote a book about it, ‘Under The Yewtree’, was Paul Gambaccini. I read Gambaccini’s book and like Gambaccini’s radio broadcasts it was utter drivel. There was nothing at all about the investigation in there, it wasn’t even an account of My Hell. It was literally a list of all the celebs and posh restaurants that Gambaccini had hung out with or in whilst he was under investigation, accompanied by commentary about his many talents and achievements. Such as knowing what Number 6 was in the Billboard chart in 1967, having learned such useful info by rote.

Gambaccini’s book was so vain and vacuous that I read bits of it out to one of my friends. One memorable sentence in the book was ‘she might not know it, but Joan Collins has been in the same room as me on at least two occasions’. We had a good laugh at Gambaccini’s name-dropping and I didn’t think any more about it until I researched for my post ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’. It was only then that I found out that Prof Linford Rees, the lecherous old Top Doctor who protected Dafydd et al for decades, was the father-in-law of Christopher Cazenove – who starred in ‘Dynasty’ and was a good friend of Joan Collins….

I have not found any links at all between Cliff and Dafydd and the paedophiles. I watched a clip of Cliff on TV explaining that he had forgiven the person who had accused him and goodness me for all Cliff knew the person might need psychiatric treatment. I think that you’ll find Cliff that the ‘psychiatric treatment’ came first – it was how so many vulnerable young people from north Wales ended up being coerced into having sex with so many not very attractive but rich people.

I am currently doing a bit of research on many of the celebs who squealed furiously when the police pointed the finger at them not so long ago. Apart from Cliff, so far I’ve found out that all of them had a link with associates of Dafydd. Might the police have noticed that as well?

 

The appearance of so many people on past episodes of ‘This Is Your Life’ who might have been in the same room as mates of Dafydd brought to my mind the unlikely subject of a ‘This Is Your Life’ episode in the mid-late 1990s. I was amazed, because someone I knew appeared on there. It was someone who had taught me when I was an undergrad at Bangor – a man called Tony Jones.

I could not fathom why or indeed how on earth Tony Jones turned up on ‘This Is Your Life’. He was an earth scientist, not someone who performed at the London Palladium and no-one who was not an earth scientist, a climber or associated with Bangor University would ever have known who he was. Tony Jones was also a very controversial man because he was nakedly racist and was not above referring to ‘niggers’ in the presence of black students. He had grown up in apartheid South Africa and was proud of it. I watched the programme because I wanted to see whether Tony Jones could actually restrain himself in front of Aspel and the cameras for 30 mins without causing a major diplomatic incident. Tony Jones managed not to hurl racist insults, but one could see that Aspel felt a little out of his depth.

I always got on OK with Tony Jones, but a lot of people did not. He was the warden of one of the male halls and whereas some of the students maintained that he was great and really liked having him around, others hated him. I know of at least one perfectly nice student who was subjected to a hate campaign by Tony Jones and just ended up moving out of hall despite having paid his fees because there was no way of resolving the situation.

The most worrying Tony Jones anecdote that I ever heard was from another student who maintained that Tony Jones was friends with a number of corrupt police officers and that after falling out with a student, for a laugh Tony Jones had got his corrupt mates to arrest the student and keep him in the cells in Bangor Police Station overnight. The cells in Bangor Police Station were a place where anything could and did happen, particularly as Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends ruled the roost there.

Tony Jones was the subject of a certain amount of speculation because he was constantly surrounded by a clique of young men who pursued rather butch activities with him and he very obviously couldn’t cope with women who were not sporty/robust. In about 1998 I was friendly with one of the cleaners in the hall of residence who used to clean Tony Jones’s flat. One day she remarked ‘he’s a bit weird – he likes boys doesn’t he’. I wasn’t quite sure how to interpret this, but nothing more overt was said so I didn’t pursue the matter.

In about 2004 Tony Jones clashed big time with longstanding paedophiles’ friend Fran Tate and she tried to force him out of his job as warden. I was completely on Tony Jones’s side with regard to that particular battle because Fran Tate had already come gunning for me and had gone after a few other people as well. Fran Tate was responsible for the shambles that was ‘disability support’ in the Students Union (see post ‘Disability Support’). Fran mercifully retired and has now made her allegiances clear by joining Lucille Hughes in the management tier of the CAB.

Tony Jones died a few months ago, so he is not able to tell us why he was constructed as a luvvie at about the time that the Waterhouse Inquiry was launched.

 

Another person who joined Phyllis Ford in bagging a gong in the 1994 New Years Honours list was Dr John Edward Arthur Kenrick, the Chairman of Gwynedd Family Health Services Authority – someone else who has disappeared without trace. However I have found out that the Kenricks are a Welsh family who are descendants of Hywel Dda, the Prince of South Wales. Although some Kenricks lived in other regions of Wales and occasionally married people from England, the family were from Denbighshire. A lot of them were Top Doctors or Ministers of religion. At least one was a Magistrate in Denbigh and another Kenrick lived just down the road from Wrexham, near Bryn Estyn and Bryn Alyn. It’ll be the old story – Dr John Kenrick’s family will have been involved with the abuse and criminality even if he wasn’t and they’ll have been clinging together like limpets lest the whole lot of them and the reputations of their noble ancestors sink together.

In 1988 when I first began to uncover the seriousness of Dafydd’s wrongdoing and I realised that no-one would grass him up although they all loathed him, one of my friends who I’d been at Bangor University with observed that it will be a case of Dafydd saying ‘if I go down I’ll take the rest of you down with me’. At the time I just thought that Dafydd was shagging the female patients and breaking the law in his attempts to silence them. I didn’t realise that he was the key player in a paedophile ring supplying kids to Westminster paedophiles and which had links to Europe.

So there’ll be a lot more people going down with Dafydd than just a few Top Docs and social workers in north Wales.

 

Jean Evans of the Kidney Patients Association of North Wales was awarded an MBE in the 2004 New Years Honours. The Kidney Patient’s Association of North Wales evolved from the Kidney Wales organisations that were founded by Professor Sir William Asscher, a paedophiles’ friend who served Cardiff loyally for years and then relocated to St George’s Hospital Medical School, became Dean and then Principal and continued colluding with paedophiles’ friends and serious crime at an even higher level (see post ‘The Paedophiles’ Friends Of Cardiff North’). Jean is still loyally serving the paedophiles’ friends, she is Chairperson of Friends of Renal Care at Ysbyty Glan Clwyd.

 

Stuart Errington, Chairman, National Association of Citizens Advice Bureaux, was awarded a CBE. Lucille Hughes has for many years been involved with the senior management of the CAB.

Stuart Grant Errington was born on 23 June 1929.He was the son of Sir Eric Errington and Marjorie Bennett and married Anne Baedeker in June 1954.  Stuart Errington died on 16 Nov 2017 at age 88.

Stuart Errington was educated at Rugby and then went to Trinity College, Oxford. He gained the rank of 2nd Lieutenant in the Royal Artillery. Errington was with Ellerman Lines, 1952-59 and was with Astley Industrial Trust between 1959-70. Errington was a JP for Berkshire in 1970. In 1977 he became MD of Mercantile Credit. Errington was a Director of Barclays Merchant Bank, Barclays Bank UK , Kleinwort Overseas Investment Trust, Northern Electric 1989–96, Nationwide Building Society 1989–97; Errington was Chairman and Chief Executive of Mercantile Group, 1988-89.  He held the office of Deputy Lieutenant of Berkshire in 2000. He lived at Earleywood Lodge in Ascot.

Stuart Errington was also a Director of Municipal Mutual Insurance from 1989. Munipal Mutual Insurance were of course the insurers of Clwyd County Council and employed Michael Beloff QC as their legal advisor – who advised everyone not to make the contents of the Jillings Report available to anyone…Municipal Mutual told Clwyd that if they didn’t follow this advice, the Councillors themselves would be personally liable for paying damages if any of the former kids in the care of Clwyd sued. Municipal Mutual also demanded that Councillor Malcolm King – who had been asking questions about the abuse of children for a long while –  be sacked if he got hold of the Jillings Report and disclosed the contents. Municipal Mutual were also the insurers of the North Wales Police who refused to co-operate with the first investigation into the abuse of children in north Wales. Please see my post ‘It’s A Piece Of Cake…’ for the full story.

So Dafydd and Lucille, why was Stuart Errington prepared to stick his neck out so far to save your skins then?

Stuart Errington had three children – David, Elizabeth and Charles. David went to Rugby. Elizabeth married Jamie Corke and lives in Dorset. Charles went to Rugby, Goldsmith’s and Oxford. He is a derivatives dealer, a designer of a risk analytics software package and a writer. He married Nicole Cauverian, who is a graduate of King’s College and is a TV producer.

Gladys Broomfield, Morris Markowe Unit of the League of Friends, Springfield Hospital, Wandsworth, was also honoured in the New Years Honours of 1994. I can’t find any trace of Gladys, but the Morris Markowe Unit was an annexe to Springfield Hospital, the mental health unit associated with St George’s and was named after the Medical Administrator of Springfield. At the beginning of the 1990s the Wandsworth District Health Authority had the largest deficit in any English Health District and needed to save £9m.  It decided on the early closure of the Unit, which by now had only 54 beds.  The patients were transferred to Springfield Hospital in 1991.

A number of questions come to mind. How did Wandsworth Health Authority end up with the largest deficit of any HA in England in the early 1990s? There was certainly no money being spent on patient care. As with Gwynedd Health Authority and Clwyd County Council – and at present the Betsi Board – care was appalling and the organisation was being used to facilitate organised crime rather than look after patients/clients. So where did the dosh go? What was Gladys doing with the money that she raised? More importantly, why was Gladys honoured when the organisation was in such an appalling mess?

 

But then why were ANY of these people – who were all involved with facilitating a paedophile ring – honoured at all? The announcement of the honours to be picked up by this bunch was made at the very end of 1993. The police investigation into the possibility of a paedophile ring with links to ‘VIPs’ operating in north Wales took place between 1991-1993. It was stated that no evidence of a paedophile ring had been found and the investigation was closed.

Ah – I think that I understand the flurry of honours for people who worked with the associates of the paedophile ring which did not exist.

 

In 1994 a ‘reclusive British bachelor’,  Alan Angus – a water rates collector who died at the age of 65 from a heart attack – bequeathed almost £1 m to the Morris Marlowe Unit, which had treated one of his relatives ten years previously. ‘Living in squalor’, Mr Angus was unaware that the Unit had closed in 1991.
So what was the truth behind Mr Angus’s enormous donation to a gang of white-collar criminals? £1 million quid was a great deal of money in 1994 and by 1994 the publicity regarding Springfield Hospital was nothing short of dreadful. There had been a number of murders of staff and patients and a string of sexual assaults on women patients. It was all this that led to a public inquiry a few years later where Springfield was absolutely damned and deemed to be dangerous. Even if they had treated his relative well 10 years previously – which I doubt, Springfield had been run by and for gangsters for years – Mr Angus will probably have known how bloody awful the place was even if he was a recluse. He’d have needed a very kind heart indeed to part with £1 m for the benefit of that bunch of crooks whilst he ‘lived in squalor’. Is it possible that Mr Angus himself was vulnerable and not coping and perhaps a little birdy from Springfield had been in contact with him and persuaded him to write that will leaving such a generous donation?

 

Dr Donald Irvine, GMC. Donald bagged an knighthood in the New Year’s honours of 1994 and it must have been something to do with successfully ensuring that Dafydd and the paedophiles didn’t all end up in the clink. Not that the Top Doctors were particularly grateful. Irvine was forced out of his role as President of the GMC in May 2001. The other Top Docs were spitting blood that Irvine had tried to implement reforms for the regulation of the Top Doctors as the Gov’t had asked him to. Irvine’s colleagues were adamant that he could fuck off because no-one was going to regulate them. Why the sudden urgency on behalf of Blair and his Health Secretary Alan Milburn to hold the Top Docs to account? It followed the Bristol Heart Surgery Scandal and the Alder Hey Scandal (see post ‘In Memoriam – Professor Robert Owen’) – and then the icing on the cake was a man called Harold Shipman. Alan Milburn could take no more and told the Top Docs that they had to sort themselves out or the Gov’t would. So the Top Docs held a revolution. The Gov’t collectively wet themselves and thus Dafydd is still Chairing his charity CAIS  today.

Donald Irvine had been faced with attempts to oust him previously. In May 1999 GMC member Wendy Savage challenged Sir Donald’s leadership. Savage led the charge against Sir Donald, stating that he had too readily bowed to Gov’t in pushing ahead with the reforms. This was the first time in the history of the GMC that anyone had challenged an incumbent President.

In May 1999 Ronnie Waterhouse was in the process of writing up his Report. Wendy Savage was a good friend of Geoffrey Chamberlain – who at that time was still sitting in the middle of the cesspit that was St George’s… Wendy Savage’s life might have been touched by Dafydd and the paedophiles as well. Wendy Savage became famous in the 1980s when she was suspended after a high profile ding dong with her head of dept. Journalists who knew sod all about what was going on told the world that it was because Wendy Savage was a woman, a feminist, a Top Doctor who promoted natural childbirth, a member of the Labour Party and was married to a black man. People who had personal knowledge of the parties involved knew that it was because Wendy Savage and her boss just really hated each other.

Wendy Savage spent her career working at the London Hospital in Tower Hamlets. Tower Hamlets was one of the boroughs sending kids into the arms of Dafydd and the paedophiles in north Wales (see post ‘Tower Hamlets, Paul Boateng and Tessa Jowell’). Wendy Savage was someone who took time to talk and listen to patients who were living in poverty and getting kicked in the teeth. I bet she had found out what Dafydd et al were up to. Wendy was politically active. So as well as having the reputation of the Top Doctors to preserve, she’ll also have been mindful that an exposure of Dafydd would lead to the exposure of all those Labour boroughs in London who were knowingly sending kids into the embrace of a paedophile gang in north Wales – and of course those Labour politicians who were abusing kids themselves.

Kinnock was leader of the Labour Party at the time – and we know that the Windbag really thought that he was in with a chance of becoming PM as long as he could keep that barrel of crap in north Wales nailed firmly shut. The Windbag even headhunted the noxious Sam Galbraith and begged him to join the Labour Party, so desperate was he to have the Top Docs on side (see post ‘I Warn You…’).

 

I have previously blogged about John Smith’s unfortunate and unexpected death in May 1994, one month before the head of Bryn Estyn Matt Arnold died of an ‘unspecified blood disease’. Four days after Arnold’s death the trial of Peter Howarth and Paul Wilson began, two members of staff of Bryn Estyn who were charged with sexual and physical assaults on boys (see post ‘The Banality Of Evil’). John Smith died when Barts Hospital could not revive him, after he had a heart attack in his flat at the Barbican (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – The Scottish Play’). John Smith had his first heart attack  on 9 Oct 1988 and was forced to spend three months away from Westminster to recover. On that occasion, he had complained of chest pains the night before and had to be persuaded to cancel a flight to London so that he could go to hospital for a check-up. He was examined at the Edinburgh Royal Infirmary  where an EEG was performed. The Top Doctor who examined him told Smith ‘Whatever it is, we don’t think it is your heart’. Then Smith suddenly collapsed and was briefly unconscious before coming around. He spent three days in intensive care before leaving hospital on 20 Oct 1988 and made a full recovery.

Smith made modifications to his lifestyle by going on a 1,000-calories per day diet, cutting down on rich foods and fine wines, giving up smoking and taking up climbing Munros. His weight dropped from 15 stone 5 pounds at the time of the first heart attack, to 12 stone 10 pounds when he returned to Parliament on 23 Jan 1989.

Edinburgh Royal Infirmary, who absolutely reassured Smith that he did not have heart problems days before he keeled over with a heart attack and ended up in intensive care, employed some questionable people. In 1993 Edinburgh Royal Infirmary gave the former Bay City Roller Derek Longmuir a job as a nurse. Longmuir had begun nurse training in 1990 after carrying out voluntary work at the Sick Children’s Hospital in Edinburgh.

In 2000, Longmuir, 49, was sentenced to 300 hours of community service at Edinburgh Sheriff’s Court for possessing child pornography. Longmuir was suspended from his job at Edinburgh Royal Infirmary and refused to comment when he left court.

Longmuir had pleaded guilty to having indecent films, videos and photos of children at his Edinburgh home. He also admitted making indecent photos of children at his home in March 1998. Yet his lawyer, Robbie Burnett, told Edinburgh Sheriff Court that Longmuir was ‘not a paedophile and was not someone who engages in child sex nor somebody terribly interested in child porn’. Burnett concluded that ‘he deplores and disapproves of the exploitation of children for any of these purposes’.

Lothian and Borders Police serious crime squad officers found the material after a raid on Derek Longmuir’s home in Sept 1998 following a tip-off. Police seized computers, videos and floppy disks from the house, which were pointed out to the officers by Longmuir. Twenty-two videos and six projector reels were seized which contained child porn. 1,000 images were recovered from the 73 floppy disks confiscated – some of those showed sex involving children. Which is a great deal of child porn to be found in the possession of someone who is not terribly interested in it.

Sheriff Isobel Poole only sentenced Longmuir after receiving psychiatric, social inquiry and community service reports.

Longmuir did have to leave his nursing job after he was convicted, but only because of the fuss that the media made. He was later allowed to continue working as a nurse.

 

Robbie Burnett, the lawyer who mounted a valiant defence of Derek and his child porn, was educated at George Heriot’s School in Edinburgh and studied law at Edinburgh University. After leaving University, Robbie became an apprentice at Drummond & Co/Drummond Miller, later becoming assistant and then partner in 1978. Robbie left Drummond Miller in 1993 to establish Burnett Christie, which expanded by taking in McCourts in 2003 to become Burnett Christie Knowles McCourts (BKCM).

Robbie Burnett is a former President of the Edinburgh Bar Association and a member of both the Law Society Criminal Committee and the Scottish Criminal Rules Council. He became a Senior Solicitor Advocate in 2009.

The very understanding Sheriff, Isobel Poole, was awarded an OBE in the 2013 New Year Honours List. The award was for services to justice in Scotland and to the community in Edinburgh. Isobel was admitted to the Faculty of Advocates in 1964 and appointed a Sheriff of Lothian & Borders in 1979. She served full time, principally in Edinburgh, until 2007. After that she continued as a part time Sheriff. Isobel Poole is a member of the Scottish Lawyers’ European Group and has also served on the Sheriffs’ Council.

 

As for John Smith’s widow Elizabeth, she was educated at Hutchesons’ Girls Grammar School and Glasgow University. She is president of Scottish Opera and served as Chairman of the Edinburgh Festival Fringe, 1995-12. She is also a Governor of the English-Speaking Union and a Board member of the Centre for European Reform.

Elizabeth was given a peerage in Feb 1995. The Baroness has claimed more than £600,000 in expenses since 2002, when she asked a written question to the Ministers.

Presumably Elizabeth knows nearly as much as her late husband did about figures in the Labour Party – including the Party’s leaders – concealing the organised abuse of children and the associated criminality. Elizabeth’s daughter Sarah Smith is a Scottish TV journalist, which might be another reason why we have heard so little about it.

 

I was listening to the play for voices, ‘Under Milk Wood’, earlier. Dylan Thomas was inspired to write it after he stayed at New Quay in west Wales, but some of the names and phrases in the poem brought back memories of the everyday story of service user folk in north Wales, so here’s a little tribute to Dafydd:

To begin at the beginning…
And all the people of the lulled and dumbfound town are
sleeping now.
Hush, the babies are sleeping, the farmers, the fishers,
the tradesmen and pensioners, cobbler, schoolteacher,
postman and publican, the undertaker and Lucille the fancy woman,
Slob Ingham the drunkard, dressmaker, preacher, Elfed the corrupt policeman, the webfoot
cocklewomen and the tidy wives…

Look. It is night, dumbly, royally winding through the
Coronation cherry trees; going through the graveyard of
Bethesda with winds gloved and folded, and dew doffed;
tumbling by the Sailors Arms*

Time passes. Listen. Time passes.
Come closer now.
Only you can hear the houses sleeping in the streets in the
slow deep salt and silent black, bandaged night. Only you
can see, in the blinded bedrooms, the coms and petticoats
over the chairs, the jugs and basins, the glasses of teeth,
Thou Shalt Not on the wall, and the yellowing dickybird-watching pictures of the dead. Only you can hear and see, behind the
eyes of the sleepers, the movements and countries and mazes
and colours and dismays and rainbows and tunes and wishes
and flight and fall and despairs and big seas of their dreams.
From where you are, you can hear their dreams.

FIRST DEAD

Remember me, Dafydd?

I’m Mavis – found dead after I walked out of the Hergest Unit and no-one noticed that I’d gone until they found my body…

Remember me Dafydd?

SECOND DEAD

I’m Simon – I was a witness to your wrongdoing who developed meningitis and the Top Docs told me that I had flu…I died in Ysbyty Gwynedd at 17 years old…

Dafydd, Dafydd, remember me?

THIRD DEAD

I’m Wayne – I told a friend that the mental health services had ruined my life and I threw myself under a train… after my death an Angel told a friend that I’d wanted to die and that was that…

I’m rattling my chains as well Dafydd…

FOURTH DEAD

It’s Delyth Dafydd – I died shortly after the day centre in the Hergest Unit was closed down when I was sent to a mediocore ‘care home’ miles away…

The skull at your ear Dafydd is…

FIFTH DEAD

Foxy – found dead after choking to death in another ‘care home’ where I was observed every twenty minutes but my body wasn’t found for more than an hour…

SIXTH DEAD

I’m Ann, killed in a head-on car crash which left my former boyfriend brain damaged, after I witnessed what happened to Sally…

SEVENTH DEAD

Dr Antonio – stabbed myself to death in the heart after months of ill health whilst my colleagues called me a hypochondriac…

EIGHTH DEAD

I’m Richard – killed myself whilst working as a male midwife at Ysbyty Gwynedd and left a suicide note behind saying that no-one could imagine the sort of things that were happening there…

NINTH DEAD

I’m Lil, worked for Professor Fergus Lowe and was married to a Hergest nurse – I was taken ill and could not be saved by Ysbyty Gwynedd…

TENTH DEAD

I’m Bob – a psychiatrist at Hergest who was taken ill and guess what, I died in the care of Ysbyty Gwynedd as well..

ELEVENTH DEAD

My dad was framed for sex offences and I died at Ysbyty Gwynedd a few years later when they switched off my life-support. Because I was as drunk as a deacon – but actually one of my friends still has the suicide note that I left behind…

UNFORTUNATELY I’M STILL ALIVE – Remember me Dafydd, Dr Devakumar, a BMA psychiatrist and your old buddy – Does anybody want a fight???

TWELFTH DEAD

I’m Brian – another witness who was killed in a car crash which didn’t involve another vehicle and I was always such a good driver, no-one could explain it…

THIRTEENTH DEAD – AND PROBABLY INFECTED A LOT OF OTHER PEOPLE BEFORE HE DIED

The son of Lord Cut-Glass, Thomas Tyrell-Kenyon – I was known to be sexually abusing boys in care in Wrexham but nonetheless I had one such boy arrested for ‘theft’ and sent to a detention centre – I died of AIDS in 1993…

Oh diolch yn fawr Dafydd bach, we Cut-Glasses are so grateful for all your help…none of us ever went to prison…we came to a bad end…very enjoyable…

FOURTEENTH DEAD

I’m Vince – rang the Hergest Unit late one night and explained that I was suicidal. I was found dead a few hours later.

FIFTEENTH DEAD

I’m Martin – found dead on the road near Bethesda after I’d witnessed Gwynedd Social Services denying a father access to his baby after framing him because he reported the abuse of four children and the guilty family did a deal with the paedophiles’ friends…

MURDER!!!

Dafydd, the no good boyo… Cross his palm with silver – and he’ll do anything..

Time passes…

Praise the Lord, we’re a musical nation – there’s Dafydd Iwan singing a tribute to Dafydd the Brave Welsh Psychiatrist and Elinor Bennett playing her harp and Gruff Rhys and the Super Furries, Gruff Rhys who’s dad was the Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council whilst the children’s homes were full of paedophiles…

Then there’s Gossamer Beynon, wife of Leighton Andrews…

And we always think, before we tumble into bed, of all those patients who are dead, dead, dead…

Look mam! – Dafydd is crying, he’s got a nose like strawberries …

Oh no he’s not crying, we were mistaken…he’s pissing himself laughing whilst he counts his money

YCHAFI!

(I could write a version of the song about people giving Gwennie a penny in return for a kiss in Milk Wood, but in view of what Dafydd, Lucille and John Allen were actually doing to the kids in care, it would end up a lot more unpleasant that Thomas’s original.)

 

* There is a Sailors Arms in Beaumaris and in the late 1990s two of the barmen there were student nurses at Ysbyty Gwynedd. One was a student psychiatric nurse called Dave who was thrown off the course for reasons that he would not come clean about, but he continued to work as the manager of a truly dreadful EMI home on Anglesey owned by a business associate of Dafydd’s. When on night duty this man would make himself comfortable and sleep throughout the entire shift. I witnessed him pick up an elderly lady who had fallen out of bed and, whilst swearing at her, throw her back onto the bed. On another occasion he described a patient – in front of her – as ‘the creature from the swamp’. Dafydd’s mate who owned the ‘care home’ was under police investigation at the time and was forced to sell the business. It didn’t hinder Dave – the man who hated patients so much was offered a job as a care home manager in Coventry.

 

NB. To those Who Care, who might wish to accuse me of insensitivity and may well be gearing up for howls of ‘OOOH look what she’s said now’ – perhaps you could remind me of the occasions on which any of you raised concerns about this nightmare? Or indeed let me know who among you has had to flee Wales after a number of attempts to kill you and is now in hiding?

 

 

Gems from the ‘Daily Post’ over the last few days –

Lawrence Kenwright, the businessman who wants to turn what is left of the North Wales Hospital into a luxury hotel, has explained that he wants a Victorian asylum theme, with guests being greeted by men in white coats no less.  None of them wore white coats at Denbigh Lawrence, the Angels wore military style uniforms with pips on their shoulders and Dafydd wore filthy old Al Capone suits which didn’t fit him properly. However I am sure that if a VIP had turned up, white coats would have been donned to give the impression that this was actually a hospital.

Various local people have supported Lawrence’s idea on the grounds that it will provide jobs for local people. Lawrence may well find himself inundated with applications from staff of the Betsi, who are now forming an exodus.

Lawrence might not know this, but Dafydd’s son Deiniol ap Dafydd is a foodie who runs a bistro and deli business in Llanrwst, Blas ar Fwyd. Dafydd will no doubt be looking for opportunities to flog Deiniol’s produce, so Lawrence might soon be receiving a phone call.  Deiniol’s puddings and cakes are a bit too sugary for my taste. I met Deiniol at a food fayre once, he had no idea who I was, but he was very pleasant and friendly and fed me sausages. I spent the whole time thinking ‘you don’t know me BUT…’ What made it even more bizarre was that I was with a friend who had ended up in prison as a result of the paedophiles’ friends and who had encountered Dafydd and his ‘nursing homes’ and he was fed morsels by Deiniol as well, but he had no idea at all who Deiniol’s dad was. I had to enlighten him afterwards.

I have another story re an encounter with a different offspring of Dafydd’s – it is for a future post.

 

The ‘Daily Post’ ran a feature comparing house prices in different parts of north Wales. The most expensive house featured was a cottage in Rhosneigr. Rhosneigr is known for its second homes. In fact Duncan Orme, the Bangor University Welfare Officer in 1984, who was the first person whom I met who wet himself at the thought of challenging Gwynne the lobotomist (see post ‘Just A Language Divide?’), has a second home near Rhosneigr. Duncan ended up as Finance Director for an NHS Trust in Staffordshire! Start as you mean to go on Duncan – pursue a whole career ignoring criminality and patient harm and you too can have a second home on Anglesey that none of the locals could afford even as their main residence.

So what was the cheapest home that the Post featured? It was a flat above a shop in Victoria Place, Bethesda. In days gone by, it would have housed a young single person or a service user, but they couldn’t afford it now. The flat was next door to what used to be the Bethesda Surgery, where Drs Gareth Jones, Nicky Heinersdorff, Paul Nickson and John Mithan knew about very nearly everything that I have detailed on this blog yet remained completely silent. Whilst they lived in the best houses in the area and drove the most expensive cars. How about a plaque to the fallen a la the plaque to paedophiles’ friend Val Feld which has recently been attached to the wall of the Senedd (see post ‘Reports Of Death Were Greatly Exaggerated’)? The Tomb of the Unknown Service User in the centre of Bethesda might be more appropriate, the retired GPs couldn’t miss that as they drive past in their expensive cars on their generous pensions whilst they ignore the local graveyards which are full of their victims.

The Post also reported on the gender pay gap in north Wales. Consistent with Theresa May’s bright idea of publishing datasets with absolutely no analysis in her battle against inequality, the ‘Daily Post’ has mentioned that Cartrefi Cymru has only a gender pay gap of 1% – in favour of women. Women who work for this company earn MORE than men. So what is this business that emerges from Theresa’s exercise smelling of roses? Cartrefi Cymru is a chain of homes for people with learning disabilities and severe autism. Some of their clients have physical disabilities as well.

I met one of their managers a couple of years ago, a former Angel from St George’s Hospital Medical School no less. She was, incredibly enough, very impressive. Her attitude was spot on and she had some very good ideas with regard as to how to provide care and support to a group of adult whose difficulties are such that most people find it very difficult – and exhausting – to care for them. However she did admit that the pay offered by Cartrefi  Cymru was pitiful, particularly in return for such a taxing job. Support workers – which make up nearly all of Cartrefi’s staff – are paid the national minimum wage. When I chatted to this lady, the Gov’t had just introduced new regulations to ensure that support workers working night shifts were paid much more. In response to this directive, the senior managers at Cartrefi had redefined everybody’s shifts and hours to ensure that no-one actually received an increase in pay.

The reason why women at Cartrefi Cymru earn more than men is that most of the home managers are Angels and are thus paid a bit more than the support workers, many of whom are male. But no-one gets very much at Cartrefi, despite the dedication and high standards of the lady whom I met.

The shite pay received by Cartrefi Cymru staff is a result of decisions made by the Directors of Cartrefi. One of whom is a Dr Peter Higson, old mate of Dafydd’s and at present Chair of the Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board…

Peter Higson, although he has now retired from a lifetime of concealing crime in the NHS and is thus in receipt of a fat pension, also receives very generous remuneration for his three days a weeks or whatever Chairing the Betsi – more than most people in north Wales earn in their full time jobs.

 

The Welsh media are reporting on Rod Liddle insulting the Welsh. As well as suggesting that all sane people would wish to exit Wales as soon as humanly possible, Liddle has made the standard insult about the Welsh language not having any vowels. Paedophiles’ friend Hywel Williams sent out a tweet explaining that the English for ‘ignorant’ has three vowels, whereas the Welsh word for ‘ignorant’ is ‘anwybodus’, which has four vowels. Which is the most sensible  point that I have ever noticed Hywel Williams make – it beats conjuring up lame excuses for the lethal mental health services or begging for a prison to be built in Caernarfon to fill with the the paedophiles’ victims.

Meri Huws has announced that she is now assembling a team to deal with Rod Liddle. Meri, I’m sure that he’s quaking in his boots. I think Rod works or did work at ‘The Spectator’. In terms of a shagfest, Rod and co make Meri look like an amateur.

 

Theresa has announced another £75 million for prostate cancer research which ‘will save thousands of lives’. There has now been an admission that previous prostrate cancer research was barking up the wrong tree and that the PSI test does not identify men at risk. So Theresa’s given another £75 million to the people who persisted with that particular lie although they knew that their results had not lived up to their subsequent claims.

 

There is much wailing and gnashing of teeth over the latest outrage regarding the use of chemical weapons in Syria. Yet again western politicians are fuming impotently over the genocidal ambitions of Bashar al-Assad. Bashar is of course a Top Doctor who spent four years undertaking postgrad work at the Western Eye Hospital in London, immediately before returning to Syria in his capacity as heir apparent. The Western Eye Hospital is run by Imperial College Healthcare NHS Trust, who also employ so many of those cancer experts who are going to save thousands of lives with Theresa’s £75 million quid.

In 2000 Bashar received 99.7% of the vote in a democratic election. He is as popular as that other Top Doctor Dafydd. In the 1990s when I and another patient constantly challenged the Hergest Unit over the presence of Dafydd there, we were told that ‘the patients want to see him, they like him’.

 

Blair was wheeled out on the ‘Today’ programme this morning to talk about the Good Friday agreement, which people are now claiming is not quite the solution that Blair told everybody that it was. Blair still isn’t fessing up to the role played in the peace process by the deal re the Kincora Boys’ Home. There has never been a full investigation into Kincora and it was specifically excluded from the major inquiry into the abuse of children in N Ireland.

Blair’s mate Mo Mowlam was credited with much of the success of the N Ireland peace process. Mo was the MP for Redcar. Redcar is in Cleveland. Mo was elected as MP on 11 June 1987. Bang in the middle of the Cleveland Child Abuse Scandal (see post ‘Twas The Night Before Christmas And The Culprits Were Named’). Mo did not say a word about any of it. Or about the paedophile ring which had been in operation in the area for years and which was working hand in glove with Dafydd.

In 2001 Mo’s seat was succeeded by that very good paedophiles’ friend, Vera Baird (see post ‘Sisters Are Indeed Doing It For Themselves’).

I will write more about Mo soon.

 

 

Dirty Rotten Scoundrels

My post ‘Cottaging At Castle Gate’ discussed Rhodri Morgan’s long-standing friendship with Ron Davies, as well as some other people in that very tight south Wales Labour Party network and how they ‘didn’t know’ about Ron’s cottaging activities. In spite of much evidence that they did know and they also knew a great deal more about Ron and a few other people which didn’t ever hit the media, even after Ron’s moment of madness with Boogie on Clapham Common and his subsequent adventure when he was looking for badgers.

A few other people knew about Ron – and more importantly knew about the serious abuse of vulnerable people by the health and welfare services in north Wales and elsewhere, which was being kept quiet by all political parties.

 

One of those was Lawrence Conway, the civil servant who was Director of Rhodri’s private office (Director of the Dept of FM, ie. Cabinet Secretary). In his memoir Rhodri describes Lawrence as ‘a Welsh Office lifer’ with ‘sensitive political antennae’ and ‘eyes in the back of his head to know what was going on’. Not only had Lawrence spent his career in the rotten-to-the-core Welsh Office – with its many officials, Ministers and Secretaries of State who had concealed the criminal activities of Dr Dafydd Alun Jones and the paedophiles in north Wales for decades (see post ‘Cottaging At Castle Gate’), but had also kept the lid on George Thomas and his sexual assaults on children and young men – but Lawrence Conway was at the heart of the most rotten part of the rotten apple. According to Rhodri, Lawrence ‘did child protection’.

So Lawrence knew that the children’s homes in north Wales were not being inspected regularly even when complaints of abuse were being made and a number of staff of those homes were appearing in court charged with sexual and physical assaults on children (see post ‘It’s A Piece Of Cake…’). Lawrence knew that some of those employed as social workers/social work managers in homes and areas where there was a massive problem with the abuse of children in care were given jobs as inspectors with the SSI (Social Services Inspectorate) in the Welsh Office (see post ‘The Reality Is That There Is No Problem’).

Lawrence Conway knew that there were also serious complaints about the abuse and illegal imprisonment of patients in the North Wales Hospital Denbigh and that many of those patients were former residents of the children’s homes of north Wales.

 

After the publication of the massive cover-up that was the Waterhouse Report – organised by William Hague and the Welsh Office whilst Hague was Secretary of State for Wales – the ritual hand-wringing and chanting of the mantra ‘never again’ reached new levels. One of Ronald Waterhouse’s most publicised recommendations – which it was claimed would ensure that no-one would ever have to do the ‘never again’ bit in the future – was the establishment of the Office of the Children’s Commissioner for Wales. My God, Wales was proud of having a Children’s Commissioner. Wales was leading the way! My post ‘Yet More Inglorious Bastards’ discusses the backgrounds of the people that have held that post. They have all been former social workers who were employed by and networked with organisations and institutions where children were abused. Anyone familiar with Wales will know that there is a great deal of truth in the caricature that everyone in Wales knows each other and each other’s business. Every one of the Children’s Commissioners will have been party to details of the abuse of children that they have not disclosed.

One social worker who was employed in the Children’s Commissioner’s team whilst Keith Towler was Commissioner came from Denbigh. She knew all about the abuse of patients at the North Wales Hospital because her father worked as a nurse there. He didn’t just work as a nurse at Denbigh for a few weeks – he was one of the long term key staff who was employed there for many years and his name is frequently mentioned by the former staff of that hospital when they are reminiscing about the Good Old Days. I don’t know this man’s real name because he was simply universally known as ‘Davey Crockett’ because of the nature of a hat that he wore. Davey Crockett knew Dafydd, was mates with him and Davey Crockett’s family used to call upon Dafydd when they needed a favour. Davey Crockett knew about the dungeon in which the victims of the paedophile gang were imprisoned, he knew about the paedophile gang that Dafydd was facilitating and he knew that the North Wales Hospital was stuffed full of people who were being held there unlawfully.

Davey Crockett’s daughter knew Keith Fearns, the grossly abusive leader of the Arfon Community Mental Health Team and had absolutely no problem with him. She also knew that Dafydd’s own family – as well as everybody else – were terrified of Dafydd. She knew that Dafydd terrorised and stalked members of his own family. She described Dafydd as ‘evil’ and stated that no-one would ever get away from him once they had crossed his path.

I know for a fact that this social worker had knowledge of at least one school in Gwynedd where the kids were being sexually abused and she has never said a word. Probably because she knows that she’d never work again if she did.

Well Dafydd, you might have convinced Davey Crockett’s family that being mates with you was a better option than challenging you, but you shouldn’t have tried the same game with me, because there’s this blog now…

 

Lawrence Conway retired from the civil service in 2009. So he is of the right vintage to have been ‘doing’ child protection when Dafydd and the paedophiles were running that extensive business of theirs back in the 1970s and 80s. Lawrence will have been sitting in his office in Cathays Park when Tony Francis (Dr X) snapped at me ‘you can even complain to the Secretary of State if you want’ and when other people were telling me to ‘shut your mouth about DA’ and to get out of north Wales and never come back. The Cathays Park in which those worked who were responsible for receiving and writing the incriminating documents – some of which seem to have been forged – that are now in my possession.

What did Lawrence Conway do when he retired? He joined Carwyn’s team of First Minister’s special advisors. Lawrence advised Carwyn on public service delivery! Well Carwyn, if you’ve ever wondered what is going so wrong, there’s your clue…

Entertainingly, the appointment of Lawrence Conway as Carwyn’s Spad left one person seething, so seething that they raised concerns with Whitehall and the civil service heads of the Welsh Gov’t. Who was this person who didn’t think that paedophiles’ friend Lawrence Conway should be cluttering the Welsh Gov’t up after his retirement? It was none other than another paedophiles’ friend Dame Gillian Morgan, the Top Doctor who was Permanent Secretary to the Welsh Assembly, 2008-12. Dame Gillian knows a great deal about the abuse of anyone who has spilt the paedophiles’ pints, as I discussed in my post ‘A Major Coup – Or A Complete Disaster?’

Paedophiles’ friends at war!

 

Before he worked for Rhodri, Lawrence Conway worked for another person who knows a good deal more about Dafydd and the paedophiles and George Thomas et al than he ever lets on- Alun Michael, who resigned as First Secretary at the same time as the Waterhouse Report was submitted to Gov’t (see post ‘News From Sicily’). Lawrence was appointed Alun Michael’s Principal Private Secretary in May 1999 when Michael became First Secretary of the new Welsh Assembly.

Although Rhodri and Alun Michael were famously pitched against each other in terms of who would be First Secretary once the Welsh Assembly was established – everybody presumed that it would be Ron Davies until Ron was caught with his trousers down on Clapham Common (see post ‘Cottaging At Castle Gate) – they went back a long way.

When Rhodri was first elected as MP for Cardiff West in 1987, he shared an office with Alun Michael and Paul Murphy. The Paul Murphy who took delivery of the Waterhouse Report in his capacity as Secretary of State for Wales and who expressed his relief that the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal had now been subject to a full and transparent investigation and that there was no links with organised paedophile rings outside north Wales, no evidence of any politicians involved and it was definitely nothing to do with the Freemasons. Furthermore Paul was delighted to be able to say that there had been no cover-up.

‘We didn’t know.’

I wonder who told the daughter of one of Dafydd’s mates that there would be a job coming up in the Children’s Commissioner’s office? Perhaps it was the same person who told Alun Michael’s son Tal that the job of Chief Exec of the Gwynedd CAB was going begging – the CAB which boasts the involvement of Dafydd’s former mistress Lucille Hughes at a senior level. Or the same person who told Tal about the vacancy for the Top Job in the North Wales Police Authority. Or perhaps the person who suggested that Tal would make a good North Wales Police and Crime Commissioner. Or even a good Labour MP for Ynys Mon!

 

After Alun Michael was elected as the Labour MP for Cardiff South and Penarth in 1987, Lorraine Barrett was his office manager. Lorraine became the Labour AM for Cardiff South and Penarth in 1999! Lorraine – a former Angel – is married to Paul Barrett who was of all things the manager of 80s pop favourite Shakin’ Stevens (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’). Shaky found himself the centre of bad publicity after he hit fame and fortune when the press revealed that his manager had told everyone to keep it quiet that Shaky was married with children and much older than everyone had been told because Shaky and his manager wanted to promote Shaky as a suitable heart-throb for pre-teen girls. Cardiff’s answer to Donny Osmond. Donny was a drip but at least he was 14 not 40 and his mum and dad didn’t let him go out boozing – in fact from what I remember even Coca-Cola was not considered acceptable by famille Osmond, which will have been the key to those perfect teeth which they all possessed. Presumably Shaky was not similarly constrained.

 

Before Alun Michael was elected as an MP he was the Labour Group Whip on Cardiff City Council. So he sat on Cardiff City Council with Julie Morgan and the other ne’er do wells, as the Council was hit by repeated scandals (see posts ‘Corruption Bay Special’, ‘More Than Politics And Local Government’ and ‘The Paedophiles’ Friends of Cardiff North’).

 

Rhodri’s book mentions that Alun Michael had four very loyal Spads who had been appointed by Michael – Gareth Williams (political), Andrew Bold (policy), Delyth Evans (speech writing) and Julie Crowley (press, PR, spin doctor).

 

Gareth Williams was a Spad to Alun Michael as Secretary of State for Wales and First Secretary of the National Assembly, Dec 1998-Feb 2000. Gareth began his career as a civil servant first in the Foreign and Commonwealth Office, working in London and Sweden (1982-88) and subsequently in the Welsh Office (1988-90).

So Gareth was one of the civil servants in Sodom and Gomorrah in Cathays Park along with Lawrence Conway and the rest of them. Including Ffion Hague.

From 1990-1993, Gareth Williams worked in the European Parliament as a Policy Advisor to the Socialist Group, before joining Birmingham City Council, where Williams spent three years as Head of European and International Affairs. He was an Associate Director at ECOTEC Research and Consulting Ltd (1996-98). Gareth Williams runs his own economic development consultancy based in Shropshire. He has undertaken a wide range of work in Wales, with an emphasis on the European Structural Funds.

 

In Jan 2006 the BBC reported that WAG (Welsh Assembly Government) was failing to meet its key targets to regenerate some of Wales’ poorest areas – according to a report produced by Gareth Williams. Gareth said that WAG was not likely to reach two out of the three targets set for Objective One European funding, the shortfalls being in job and wealth creation.

Yet Economic Development Minister Andrew Davies said 85,000 people in Wales had been helped by the money. The seven-year programme, which ended in 2006, saw £1.26 billion spent on hundreds of projects in west Wales and the Valleys. ‘We’ve set ambitious targets because the scale of the task we inherited from the Conservatives was huge’ Davies claimed. ‘The impact isn’t necessarily on jobs created – it’s also on the number of people who have been helped.’ Andrew Davies said it had made a ‘major impact’ on west Wales and the Valleys, with skills training. ‘Clearly we’ve closed the unemployment gap with the rest of the UK. The next challenge is to get higher paid, higher quality jobs.’

It is now 12 years since Andrew Davies claimed that the EU funding given to west Wales and the Valleys had worked wonders. West Wales and the Valleys are still on their knees. One major area of growth in those regions is in Third sector organisations receiving dosh from the Welsh Gov’t to provide ‘services’ for homeless people or other people having a hard time – it has become clear that these organisations are excellent at maintaining their own existence and growth but they are not helping those that they claim to be.

Whilst Wales did build bridges and roads with EU funding and I can remember huge swathes of very poor housing in Bethesda being transformed by EU funding back in the 1990s, after those in Cardiff Bay went into shock when a majority in Wales voted to leave the EU in 2016 it was admitted that far too much of the EU funding had been spent on ‘projects’ from which people in Wales saw no benefits.

Those projects followed the standard model in Wales. A load of people were employed for a short length of time – for the duration of the ‘project’ – on minimum wages. They were supervised by a smaller number of team leaders, who were people with a professional qualification or a level of education (often former teachers or social workers). At the top of the pyramid there were a very small number of people on very generous salaries who were mates with politicians or civil servants in the Welsh Gov’t. This was the business model for Gov’t funded ‘projects’ for the 30 odd years that I lived in Wales. I first observed it in the 1980s and I presumed that it was a consequence of Thatcher’s ‘job creation schemes’ to fiddle the unemployment figures – although Thatcher eventually mercifully went, the ‘projects’ in Wales remained and were run in exactly the same way. One could entertain oneself by watching the lucky few with the jobs at the top circulate from one waste of money which achieved nothing to another. These are the same folk who ‘lead’ the Health Boards in Wales, the Third sector organisations and the quangos. They often leave a great deal of blood on the carpet behind them, but they are never taken out of circulation.

A prime example of the cadre is Meri Huws, who was formerly the Chair of the Welsh Language Board. There was the most enormous row when Meri was appointed to the post of Chair of the Welsh Language Board because she failed to declare that she was in a relationship with a Welsh Gov’t Minister. Who was Meri’s bedfellow at that time? None other than Andrew Davies. The allegations that Andrew had bagged Meri the job were made just a few months before Andrew Davies made the comments above as reported by the BBC. So Andrew stated that what was needed were ‘higher paid, higher quality jobs’. All these years later, west Wales and the Valleys are still in poverty – but Meri does of course have a higher paid, higher quality job. She is the Welsh Language Commissioner. There was blood on the carpet left behind her at the Welsh Language Board and much discord. Furthermore the number of people speaking Welsh continued to decline whilst Meri was Chair of the Board. So it was only sensible after that track record Meri should then have been given the job of Welsh Language Commissioner rather than someone who would have been effective.

However, as I explained in my post ‘People With Energy’, the one advantage that Meri always has over other candidates is that she used to work as a social worker for Gwynedd Social Services on the patch where the Ty’r Felin children’s home was located. The social workers running Ty’r Felin were trafficking kids down to Dolphin Square – among other places – for sex work (see post ‘Are You Local?’). Any civil servant or politician looking at Meri’s CV will get the message loud and clear – she knows where the bodies are buried.

 

The clients of Gareth Williams’s consultancy included Wales’s education and training quango ELWa. ELWa was nearly as notorious as the WDA for cronyism and the inexplicable spending of huge sums of money. ELWa’s reputation finally ended over the business of the Pop Factory in which £2 million quid was inexplicably given to a company called Avanti who ran something called the Pop Factory to organise something else which they had no hope of organising, which never got off the ground and ended in chaos. It was Jane Davidson – the AM for Pontypridd and Minister for Lifelong Learning – who had countersigned for the cheque to be released. It was revealed that Gov’t accounting procedures had not been followed and that ELWa had refused to disclose other alleged irregularities when requested.

The Chair of ELWa was Enid Rowlands who was based in north Wales. Enid flatly refused to move to south Wales – although nearly all the staff of ELWa were based in south Wales and Rowlands was keen to accept the job. So an arrangement was made that ELWa would have a ‘virtual’ head office. Is it surprising that the whole set up imploded?

Enid featured in a Wales Online report in 2003, when she was at the centre of a grade A row for refusing to resign as the Chair of ELWa in the wake of the £2 million scandal and the laying off of nearly 100 ELWa staff. Enid stated her intention to remain as Chair for another four months until her contract ended.

Did Enid’s career suffer from the ELWa scandal? Of course not. Enid is now the Chair of the Solicitors Regulation Authority! Enid was previously the UK Chair of Victim Support. She has ‘held roles’ with the Information Commissioner’s Office, NEST Corporation Consumer Focus, North Wales Police Authority, North Wales Health Authority and the S4C Authority. Enid was and might still be a member of the BUPA council.

Enid ‘began her career working with unemployed and disadvantaged young people and became Chair of Education and Skills Wales, responsible for all post-16 education and training in Wales outside the Higher Education sector’. She has also been a Trustee in the voluntary sector including positions with the Royal National Institute for the Deaf and The Prince’s Trust.

I note that Enid ‘studied psychology’. Rhodri’s memoir claims that Enid is a patriotic north Waleian and would never move from north Wales. So did Enid perhaps study psychology in north Wales? Which could have involved a placement with Dafydd at the North Wales Hospital…

Enid’s biography on the Solicitors Regulation Authority website doesn’t mention this, but Enid is married to the former Auditor General for Wales, Huw Vaughan Thomas. Huw was the Chief Executive of Gwynedd County Council, 1991-96. Whilst Dafydd’s mistress Lucille was Director of Social Services for Gwynedd and the paedophile ring operating in those Social Services caused havoc and was subject to a police investigation. Huw holds even more positions of responsibility than does Enid (see post ‘I Know Nuzzing…’).

In 2010 Jeremy Colman, the Auditor General for Wales who preceded Huw Vaughan Thomas, was imprisoned for the possession of child porn.

It is incredible isn’t it.

For eight years, Enid was a member of the GMC. Enid – do you happen to know anything about the forged document that was found in the possession of the GMC, purporting to be a letter from me (see post ‘The General Medical Council And Yet Another Forged Document’), after I made repeated representation to the GMC about the abusive Top Doctors at the Hergest Unit?

Huw and Enid are yet two more highly placed paedophiles’ friends who live in the HQ for such folk, Colwyn Bay (see post ‘A Solicitor’s Letter From North East Wales MIND’). No wonder Enid wouldn’t move to south Wales.

 

The acting CEO of ELWa found himself in the shit along with Enid – that was none other than paedophiles’ friend and the former manager of the North Wales Hospital Denbigh, Dr Peter Higson. Wales Online reported that Higson was appointed as acting CEO without going through normal procedures. Furthermore he was known to Enid, having been an Executive Director of North Wales Health Authority at a time when she Chaired the North Wales Health Authority.

So Higson’s career trajectory went from staffing Dafydd’s dungeon – Higson was originally a clinical psychologist at Denbigh – to managing the dungeon, to managing the whole of the north Wales mental health services when lies were told about the North Wales Hospital having been completely shut down in the summer of 1995, to being a Director of the North Wales Health Authority, to being the acting CEO of ELWa which never recovered from the business of the £2 million quid and was later dismantled. What happened to Higson in the wake of that? He was appointed CEO of the newly formed regulatory body Health Inspectorate Wales of course. After Higson had been in post for nine years it was declared that the mismanagement of HIW was so serious that it was ‘not fit for purpose’. Which must have been why Higson was then appointed Chair of the Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board. Which was put into special measures after Higson’s feet had been under the table for about eighteen months.

As far as I know, unlike Meri, Peter Higson’s career success has been achieved without sleeping with Alan Pugh, Andrew Davies and Rhodri Morgan. Although Higson’s sister Ruth Hussey was Chief Medical Officer for Wales – a female role model! – so perhaps it was her bedfellows who were the key to Peter’s success… Although I suspect that it was Peter holding the keys to the dungeon containing the victims of a branch of the Westminster Paedophile Ring which probably brought such good fortune to the Higson clan.

 

Gareth Williams’s 2006 report re the EU Structural Funds said that Labour had not created the hoped-for 43,500 new jobs. WAG had also wanted to use the funding to raise Wales’s GDP to 78% of the UK average. The report suggested that figure had not been reached.

Mike German, the then Liberal Democrat leader in the Assembly, commenting on Gareth’s report said: ‘I don’t think it was a failure, but that we had enormous built-in problems: a slow start, a lot of squabbling at the beginning. What we need to do is learn those lessons now.’

It is the story of Wales – a slow start and a lot of squabbling. Which is entirely a result of the one built-in problem that runs through everything – that the most senior jobs in absolutely every domain are given to people who either facilitated or concealed a gang of paedophiles. The lesson has still not been learnt.

The problem that the Assembly inherited from the Conservatives which Andrew Davies mentioned in his comments to the BBC would never have happened had Meri, Davies, Enid fucking Rowlands and the rest of them not been so keen to stick their noses into the trough provided by the Bay of Plenty that they were prepared to spend their entire careers assisting a paedophile gang which supplied kids to Thatcher’s friend and aide Sir Peter Morrison, as well as to a few others.

 

Alun Michael’s Spad Andrew Bold was born in Newport and wrote his PhD on the WDA. So he’ll know even more about the crooks that milked it for millions than the rest of us do. Bold worked as a Welsh Labour Party research officer in the early 1990s and was the Welsh Labour’s Assistant General Secretary (policy) before becoming Michael’s Spad in 1999. In June 2000 after Rhodri had replaced Michael as FM, Andrew Bold moved to the Wales Office to replace Professor Hywel Francis as Paul Murphy’s adviser. Murphy had another advisor as well – Anthony Hunt.

 

Hunt completed a law degree and worked in the US on educational projects and for the Democrats. Hunt joined WAG’s Labour policy team in 2001. In 2002 he was recruited by Paul Murphy to manage his constituency office and communications; Murphy was appointed Secretary of State for Wales in January 2008 and a year later Hunt joined him as a Spad concentrating on press and communications.

So can Anthony Hunt shed any light on Murphy’s sudden departure as Welsh Secretary which no-one ever explained?

 

Alun Michael’s Spad Delyth Evans had been a management consultant and BBC and HTV journalist. She worked on the BBC’s ‘World at One’ and PM programmes before becoming an assistant to Gordon Brown MP in 1992 and then policy adviser and speechwriter to the then Labour leader John Smith, 1992–1994. After Alun Michael resigned, Delyth Evans was the Labour AM for Mid & West Wales, 2000-03.

Delyth actually succeeded Alun Michael’s seat when he resigned. As well as being the AM for Mid & West Wales, 1999-2000, Michael also held the Westminster seat for Cardiff South and Penarth, 1987-2012. After Michael resigned as FM, he reverted to his Westminster role. Alun Michael’s short time at the Assembly was not a happy one. He had been imposed upon Wales as First Secretary by Blair and there was much resentment all around as a result.

 

When Alun Michael resigned as First Secretary, there was much muddy water surrounding his resignation. He resigned just before a Plaid-inspired vote of no confidence in his leadership. The vote followed what Plaid regarded as the failure of Michael to secure Treasury match-funding for £1.2 billion worth of European funding for deprived areas of Wales.

Yet something odd happened when Alun Michael resigned ahead of that no-confidence vote. Janice Gregory, AM for Ogmore, 1999-2016 and Labour Group Whip in the early days of the Assembly, had a hissy fit and resigned the Whip because Alun Michael had resigned as First Minister. Janice resigned the Whip on the grounds that Andrew Davies had plotted to remove Alun Michael. Janice Gregory was the daughter of Sir Ray Powell, the MP for Ogmore, 1979-2001.

Ray Powell was a Labour Whip between 1983-95 and one of his achievements was to refuse Ken Livingstone a desk for more than a year after Ken arrived in the Commons in 1987. Although Ray Powell had a reputation as an effective and formidable Whip himself, he later denounced the Whips office as ‘the Gestapo’ after he ended up on a hit list for refusing to vote to lower the age of consent for homosexual activities. Ray might have held out against that, but he never mentioned the matter of the abuse of children in care in Wales at all – although he was in the Commons throughout the years of the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal, the police investigations, the Jillings Investigation, the Waterhouse Inquiry, the deaths of witnesses…Ray was also the honorary Secretary of the Welsh Parliamentary Labour Party, 1982-92.

Ray Powell could make headway in the most unlikeliest of circumstances. In 1983 the Tory Gov’ts cap on spending resulted in problems with the building of phase two of the hospital in Bridgend in Powell’s constituency. Ray Powell took up the case with the paedophiles’ friend Wyn Roberts at the Welsh Office. Wyn Roberts was obliged to make special arrangements for the funding of the hospital and Ray was delighted to be able to tell his constituents that they would be getting the first rate hospital that they deserved. But Wyn Roberts found himself doing a few other remarkable things to help Welsh causes after he or his colleagues in the Welsh Office had received a visit from someone in a position to remind them that a vicious paedophile gang was operating in north Wales and that the Welsh Office knew all about it (see post ‘The Cradle Of Filth’).

 

Janice Gregory was a damp squib as an AM, she was labelled an ‘under-performer’ and a lot of people wished that she’d bugger off. She got into politics via her father. From 1991 Janice worked as political secretary for her dad. That was the year of the Great Stuffing Over of me and a number of my friends who knew what had happened to me at the hands of Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends – the year in which there was an attempt to frame me for a serious crime, with which St George’s Hospital Medical School was complicit (see post ‘Some Very Eminent Psychiatrists From London’), the year in which two of my friends who worked in the media had their careers ruined….

As a result of working for her dad, Janice will have been party to a great deal of information – including information about the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal. Janice was also active in the local constituency Labour Party, was of course wimmin’s officer for the Party and Chair of Ogmore Wimmin’s Forum. Janice’s wiki mentions that ‘several other family members were active in Labour politics’. I bet that family ran fucking Ogmore.

 

One of Wales’s celebs lived at Ogmore – the well-known poet Danny Abse. Most people who have heard of Danny Abse but who didn’t actually know him have heard of him as a poet. But Danny Abse was also a Top Doctor and he practised as a Top Doctor for 30 years. Danny trained at the Welsh National School of Medicine, King’s College London and the Westminster Hospital Medical School. The Welsh National School of Medicine concealed the criminality of Dafydd and the paedophiles for years. Two of the ringleaders in this were Professor Kenneth Rawnsley (see post ‘The Discovery Of A Whole New Galaxy’) and Professor Sir William Asscher who, after spending many happy years concealing a paedophile gang in Wales, then took up the post of Dean of St George’s Hospital Medical School in London, where Asscher concealed another paedophile gang as well as research fraud and serious misconduct (see post ‘I Don’t Believe It!’). Asscher did of course continue with his earlier interest in concealing the crimes of Dafydd et al (see posts ‘Some Very Eminent  Psychiatrists From London…’ and ‘The Paedophiles’ Friends Of Cardiff North’).

Danny Abse was from a family of psychoanalysts and he and his brother Leo dabbled in analysis themselves. Psychoanalysts of Leo and Danny Abse’s generation concealed a great deal of sexual abuse.

 

Leo Abse was the Labour MP for Pontypool, 1958-83 and Torfaen, 1983-87. Abse was a very good mate of George Thomas and could be relied upon to get George Thomas out of trouble when people who had been molested by Thomas made a fuss about it (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’). Leo Abse paid some people to keep quiet and threatened to have others imprisoned. (Abse was a lawyer and a not very pleasant one, so a threat from him was quite effective.) It was Leo Abse who provided the cover story when in 1984 George Thomas was hospitalised as the result of contracting an STD. George Thomas and the Top Doctors really loved each other – Thomas was involved with raising funds for medical charities and in return no Top Doctor ever squealed. Kenneth Rawnsley’s wife, Dr Elinor Kapp  – who was a child psychiatrist working in south Wales – was a Trustee of the City Hospice from its founding. The City Hospice was originally known as the George Thomas Hospice, but it changed its name when Thomas’s molesting activities became publicly known.

 

Paul Murphy succeeded Leo Abse as Labour MP for Torfaen. Murphy had long been associated with Torfaen, he’d been a Torfaen Councillor for years whilst Abse was the MP for the constituency.

 

The thing that I noticed which coincided with Alun Michael’s resignation as First Secretary was the submission of the Waterhouse Report to the Secretary of State for Wales, Paul Murphy. I’m fairly sure that as soon as it was handed over, Alun Michael was out of the door.

Any expose of the truth behind – and the extent of – the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal would have sunk numerous politicians, from all parties, in both Westminster and the Assembly. It would have been well worth people putting their heads together and creating a distraction just as that Report was submitted. As one of the creatures said in Jungle Book, ‘You create a distraction, then I’ll rescue Mowgli’.

So as Janice accused Andrew Davies and resigned the Whip, as Plaid made a fuss about the failure to secure Treasury matched-funding, Mowgli scuttled off back to Westminster to the arms of the man who has a great deal to lose if the truth ever does emerge re the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal, because his wife was mates with all the lawyers who kept it quiet by standing by in silence as witnesses and victims went to prison or died – a man called Tony Blair.

 

Perhaps Delyth Evans could tell us exactly why Mowgli decided to get the hell out of the Welsh Gov’t in Feb 2000. Delyth did well out of it though – she didn’t even need to stand in a by-election to succeed Alun Michael as AM, because Delyth was the second name on Labour’s regional list of candidates for the seat of Mid & West Wales and under the Assembly’s election rules, no by-election is necessary for the regional seat, the next candidate is automatically appointed.

Delyth won’t have just been in a position to dig up the dirt whilst she worked for Alun Michael, Delyth’s previous career was built upon having access to dirt and keeping schtum, which was why she will have ended up as Michael’s Spad and on the regional candidates list.

Delyth was working for the Labour leader John Smith when he died in circumstances in which the Top Doctors at Barts found themselves unable to save his life. Now there’s a warning to everyone.

Delyth went to Aberystwyth University when the place was run by the paedophiles’ friends (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’). Before going to Aber, Delyth went to Ysgol Gyfun Rhydfelen. Delyth was a pupil at Rhydfelen when the drama teacher John Owen taught there. The John Owen who molested his pupils for years and was protected by Mid-Glamorgan Education Authority and the WJEC (see post ‘Yet More Inglorious Bastards’). John Owen also wrote for children’s TV and the HTV Wales and S4C stayed loyal to him as well. He killed himself just before he was due to stand trial and Menna Richards paid her respects at his funeral – the Menna who for years was one of the most senior people employed at the BBC, Delyth’s former employer.

Delyth joined the Labour Party in 1984, when the Windbag was busy concealing organised child abuse and the associated abuses in psychiatry (see posts ‘These Sharks Are Crap As Well’ and ‘I Warn You…’). The Windbag who was the President of the Students Union at Cardiff when Dafydd’s partner in crime Dr Tony Francis (Dr X) was a student at the Welsh National School of Medicine. After he graduated, Tony Francis worked in the Dept of Psychological Medicine at Cardiff. Of which the Head of Dept and Professor was Kenneth Rawnsley.

 

Alun Michael’s Spad Julie Crowley was the Press Officer for the Labour Party, 

 

Rhodri’s book mentions that Alun Michael is a distant relation by marriage of Blair’s big buddy, paedophiles’ friend Lord Bruce Grocott (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part I’).

 

As well as relying upon the paedophiles’ umbrella that was Lawrence Conway, another person upon whom Rhodri’s ship depended was Kevin Brennan. Brennan was Rhodri’s case worker, researcher, campaign manager and then Spad. Brennan sat on Cardiff City Council, 1991-01 and served as Chair of the Finance Committee, Chair of the Economic Scrutiny Committee and Vice-Chair of Economic Development.

Brennan stood down as Rhodri’s Spad to accept the nomination as the candidate for the Westminster constituency of Cardiff West, Rhodri’s old Westminster seat, after Rhodri stepped down to concentrate on his role as FM. Brennan was elected as the Labour MP for Cardiff West in 2001. Blair appointed him an Assistant Gov’t Whip in 2005 and in June 2007 Blair’s successor Gordon appointed Brennan as junior Minister for Children, Young People and Families in the new Department for Children, Schools and Families. Well who better for such a role than Kevin who kept quiet about so much organised child abuse whilst he spent all those years at Rhodri’s side?

Brennan then held the position of Parliamentary Secretary for the Cabinet Office in Gordon’s Gov’t, 2008-09; then Minister of State for Further Education, Skills, Apprenticeships and Consumer Affairs with responsibilities in both the Department of Education and the Department of Business, Innovation and Skills. Following the 2012 General Election, Brennan continued this role in a Shadow Ministerial capacity before Ed Miliband appointed him as Shadow Minister for Schools. Under Jeremy Corbyn, Brennan was Shadow Minister for Business, Innovation and Skills, 2015-16. He is at present Shadow Minister for Heritage and the Arts.

Brennan was born in Cwmbran. He went to St Alban’s RC High School in Pontypool and then Pembroke College, Oxford. Brennan graduated in 1982 and was elected President of the Oxford Union in the same year, with support from William Hague. Hague supported Brennan’s candidacy over those from the left of the Conservative faction in the Union. Brennan then returned to Wales  and completed a PGCE at University College Cardiff in 1985. Brennan also completed a Masters in Education Management at the University of Glamorgan (now the University of South Wales) in 1992.

In 1982, Brennan joined the Cwmbran Community Press as a journalist. He joined the NUT in 1984 before becoming a teacher at Radyr Comprehensive School in 1985 – Radyr was the village in which Rhodri grew up. Brennan left the school in 1994 as Head of the Economics Department. 

Brennan had a major triumph the year after he was elected to the Commons. In July 2002, the steel manufacturer Allied Steel and Wire (ASW) entered receivership and many of their employees were told they would not receive their full company pensions because of a fund shortfall. Brennan had many former workers of Allied Steel & Wire as constituents and he tabled an Early Day Motion in the Commons in Nov 2002 calling for compensation. Brennan threatened to table an amendment to the Pensions Bill if the Gov’t did not offer any help. After Brennan carried out his threat to table the amendment, The Indie reported that Tony Blair faced the ‘biggest backbench rebellion’ of his career. Ultimately, Brennan was successful. The BBC reported he was ‘instrumental in extracting the government’s commitment to establish a £400 million fund to provide compensation for workers who lost their pensions when their firms went bankrupt’.

No doubt the former steelworkers in Brennan’s constituency were most grateful, but I wonder how they would feel if they knew how their MP had twisted the arm of Tony ‘I’m a pretty straight kind of guy, but my wife is mates with God knows how many radical lawyers who ignored a vicious paedophile gang who killed some of their victims and I’ve put quite a few people in the Lords after they had done exactly the same thing’ Blair?

‘It was all a long time ago.’

Unfortunately those who built their careers upon the silence surrounding the dungeon, the rapes, the buggery, the beatings, the fatal car accidents, the bodies which were found hanging from trees, stairwells and in prison cells and the five people who were killed by the firebomb in 1992, are still with us.

Are you having a good time in Westminster Kevin? I bet it’s even better for freebies than Cardiff City Council!

In 2009, Brennan came under scrutiny during the expenses scandal for claiming various items, including a £450 television claimed for his London second home which was delivered to his family home in Cardiff. He claimed for bunk beds for his daughter while the expenses system was intended exclusively for items for the MPs use. Brennan said he bought from businesses in his constituency and the items were for use in his second home. He called the story a ‘smear with no basis in fact’. As opposed to my account of my experiences with the people whom Kevin protected for years, which is backed up by 10,000 documents…

In 2014, Brennan led a campaign with musician Billy Bragg to lift a blanket ban on prisoners having access to guitars. Brennnan held a Westminster Hall debate on the subject to try and get the Gov’t to overturn the ban, citing the importance and the efficacy of music as a means for the rehabilitation for prisoners. The Gov’t agreed and prisoners can now have access to the instruments. Does that include people still banged up because they were fitted up by the paedophiles’ friends Kev?

 

I’m thinking of Howard Hughes, who’s still languishing in prison after being convicted of the rape and murder of Sophie Hook in Llandudno in 1996 on the basis of absolutely no evidence at all except for the word of a convicted child molester (see post ‘News Round Up – And Murder Most Foul’). The North Wales Police were forced to release Howard after they initially arrested him because they could find no reason to detain him for any longer. Then one of them searched Howard’s house and very conveniently found a stack of child porn. The pathologist who gave evidence at Howard’s trial was Donald Wayte, who is married to Avril Wayte – Avril presides over the notorious shambles that is the pathology service at the Betsi Board and she’s also a Trustee of Dafydd’s charity CAIS. Howard spent time in Bryn Estyn as a boy where he claims he was abused. His application for compensation was rejected on the grounds that he was a convicted sex offender himself. When he was a young man, Howard also passed through that other prison of the paedophiles, ‘a hospital for mentally abnormal criminals’, Garth Angharad.

Howard Hughes has learning disabilities and can barely read and write. But then the North Wales Police probably wrote his statement for him anyway.

 

Our Kev fancies himself as a bit of a popster. In 2016, following Jo Cox’s murder, Brennan put together the ‘Friends of Jo Cox’ to record a charity single to raise money for the Jo Cox Foundation. The Friends of Jo Cox included the Parliamentary rock band MP4, the Commons choir, MPs from other parties and a group of famous musicians. The song was a cover of The Rolling Stones’ ‘You Can’t Always Get What You Want’. The Stones waiving their royalties for the Jo Cox Foundation.

Kev – a former Denbigh patient used to wander around Bethesda destitute, visibly malnourished and badly neglected by the mental health services because ‘she is very difficult and we’re not helping her’. This lady repeatedly told me that when she was young she was a groupie who had sex with Mick Jagger. As far as I was concerned the jury was out on that one, but I do know that the same lady was sexually exploited by a number of other people who pretended that they didn’t know her. And a patient who was of a similar vintage to her was sterilised on the orders of the mental health services ‘because she’ll get pregnant’. That was certainly a risk, because the staff were shagging her. So next time that you see Mick Kev, perhaps you could ask him if he remembers the lady from Bethesda. While you’re at it you could also mention the words ‘Mandy Smith’ to Mick’s mate Bill Wyman.

Kev, the reason why the Windbag et al were protecting the reputation of the psych wards at Ysbyty Gwynedd as well as Dafydd’s empire at Denbigh was because the Windbag’s mate Tony Francis ran the empire at Ysbyty Gwynedd. Whilst I was on Tony Francis’s ward at Ysbyty Gwynedd I watched a 19 year old female patient receive a punch in the face from a adult male patient. No provocation at all from her, he just walked up and smacked her one. The matter was not reported to her parents and certainly not to the police. No-one could work out what the man who punched her was doing on the ward anyway. He was a drug user from Llandudno, didn’t seem to be distressed or ill himself and used to have stand up rows with the Angels boasting that he was homeless and was in hospital until he was housed and he ‘wasn’t going to a fucking hostel either’. He didn’t. He kipped in the hospital until a decent flat was found for him. Which was a bloody site more than anyone else got.

The drug patients were Dafydd’s responsibility. Dafydd had a few beds in Ysbyty Gwynedd…

 

Rhodri’s other Spad who hit the big time was of course Mark Drakeford, who was the Professor of Social Policy at Cardiff University. It was Drakeford who was responsible for Rhodri’s famous ‘Clear Red Water’ speech, which was used to signal that the Welsh Gov’t was not going to adopt Blair’s Third Way. Not only did Rhodri forget to use the key phrase ie. Clear Red Water, but Drakeford had previously worked as a social worker for Dyfed County Council whilst a paedophile gang with links to Dafydd et al was at work down there. Which was probably why the Welsh Gov’t had to roll over and have its tummy tickled by Blair when Blair felt like it, because none of them were actually in a position to stand up to him and tell him to take a running jump let alone put Clear Red Water between them and Westminster or indeed even implement any of the more radical ideas that Drakeford published as an academic.

When Drakeford became Health Minister in 2013 and the Top Doctors were busy causing havoc whilst still eliminating vulnerable people, Drakeford made a point of ‘sitting down and talking’ to the BMA. The BMA must have thought that Christmas had come. Drakeford obviously had a talent for sitting down and talking to people when he probably shouldn’t have. Rhodri’s book mentions how helpful it was that when Drakeford was his Spad, that Drakeford would hold regular ‘Saturday coffee meetings’ with Mike Hines, the Lib Dem Group Secretary, to ‘sound out’ the Lib Dems. I am not suggesting that Lib Dems cannot be socialised with, but something underhand must have been going on because Rhodri stressed how by Drakeford doing this there was ‘no trail’ back to Rhodri or any Ministers.

In the same way that Kevin Brennan took over Rhodri’s Westminster seat in 2001, Drakeford took over Rhodri’s Assembly seat of Cardiff West when Rhodri stepped down in 2011. Rhodri and Drakeford went back a long way. Drakeford is described by Rhodri as an ‘old friend from Cardiff West’ who was a South Glamorgan County Councillor when Rhodri was a newly elected MP in 1987. The South Glamorgan County Council that had as members of many other friends and relations of Rhodri – the South Glamorgan County Council that was involved in the scam that was the development of Cardiff Bay (see post ‘Corruption Bay Special’) and was at the centre of much corruption (see post ‘More Than Politics And Local Government’).

Then Drakeford was Rhodri’s Parliamentary agent in the 1992 General Election. The one which the Windbag and his coterie really thought that the Windbag was going to win. The one which John Major won just a few days before that firebomb killed the five witnesses to the paedophile ring in north Wales (see post ‘The Silence Of The Welsh Lambs’). The first police investigation into the possibility of the existence of a paedophile ring operating in north Wales took place in 1991-93. The North Wales Police concluded that no paedophile ring existed. Drakeford could have told them otherwise but he didn’t.

Rhodri mentions another one of his pals, Geoff Mungham, whom Rhodri describes as a ‘sociologist from Cardiff University’ although I note that Mungham’s senior lecturing post at Cardiff was in the Centre for Journalism Studies. Mungham died in 2003 and in his tribute to Mungham, Kevin Brennan stated that Mungham, through ‘his teaching probably did more to promote Cardiff to the world than any official agency’.

 

Mungham had been with the Centre of Journalism since 1971 and was a colleague of Brennan’s on Cardiff City Council. For many years Mungham was City Councillor for Splott. He was Secretary of the ‘Cardiff Says Yes’ Campaign for the Welsh Assembly.

Splott is a disadvantaged area of Cardiff. A friend of mine who was at medical school in Cardiff during the 1980s told me that she felt that a lot of the Top Doctors working in the University Hospital at Cardiff had a rather bad attitude to people in Splott and that this attitude was passed onto medical students. In those days, in their third year at Cardiff (ie. the first clinical year) the medical students used to be allocated a patient who was attending ante-natal clinics, to follow her through her pregnancy and the months afterwards, the idea being to study the development of a family. My mate was quite angry when the other students commiserated with her that her patient was from Splott. Particularly as the lady from Splott turned out to be very nice.

Cardiff City Councillors will have known that people from Splott were putting up with this sort of bigotry but they won’t have said a word.

 

Cardiff School of Journalism is very grandiose and pompous and has become particularly so since the arrival of Richard Tait, or as Tait’s mate Michael Grade emphasises, PROFESSOR Richard Tait. That’s the Michael Grade who in the 1980s offered his ticket to the Edinburgh Festival to Leon’s Brittan’s brother Samuel, after Samuel threw a hissy fit because the fully booked and sold out Festival couldn’t provide him with a ticket and accommodation at the last minute when he demanded it. How do I know this? Because my mate was working in the box office and was the person who refused to pull strings for Samuel Brittan, Samuel Brittan then wrote to Big Mike and Big Mike wrote back to Brittan telling him how appalled he was that my friend wouldn’t work a fiddle. My friend’s head was demanded on a plate but as a consequence she was given copies of the correspondence between Samuel Brittan and Michael Grade and we all had a good laugh at Michael Grade’s shameless toadying. We realised what the purpose of the toadying was when Grade became head of Channel Four not long after.

Michael Grade is now a Tory peer and everyone bangs on about his charisma and how you can tell that he’s got leadership qualities because he wears red braces and matching socks. Which as far as I can see, anyone can do although not everyone has spent their lives toadying to people because their brother is a Home Secretary. A Home Secretary who presided over a thoroughly rotten Home Office, who is known to have covered-up very serious crime related to the organised abuse of children and who has been named as a possible abuser himself.

The climax of Richard Tait’s journalistic career was ‘Nationwide’, which featured Frank Bough and Michael Barratt as well as Richard Stilgoe playing a piano and singing little ditties. Frank Bough obviously had rather more about him because he was subsequently the centre of a scandal involving prostitutes and bingeing on drugs and the BBC kicked him out. Which was a little inconsistent with their remarkably tolerant attitude to Jimmy Savile.

Richard Tait was a BBC Governor and when the Governors were abolished because of the row over Hutton, Tait was allowed to stay on with Michael Grade as a member of the new BBC Trust. Whilst Tait was a Governor, he Chaired the Governors’ Programme Complaints Committee, which heard appeals against complaints regarding BBC programmes. One of the complaints which Tait investigated came from a viewer who had watched a BBC programme about worms which was presented by Ben Fogle. Ben Fogle had described the worms as ‘slippery little suckers’ and the outraged viewer wrote in and complained because he was convinced that Ben had called the worms ‘slippery little fuckers’. I presume that the viewer in question must have been a sort of Dafydd, someone who just experiences imaginary unacceptable goings-on all around them all the time and complains (see post ‘Cottaging At Castle Gate). The BBC explained that the Complaints Committee had watched the programme four times and that the word used to describe the worms was definitely ‘suckers’.

So that’s what PROFESSOR Richard Tait, friend of Michael Grade, actually does with his time between the pompousing, the dinners and the meetings.

However, I’m sure that Richard Tait could prove very useful indeed to colleagues at Cardiff who might have close connections to Rhodri and would prefer that certain matters did not ever find their way into the media.

One of Geoff Mungham’s specialist areas was ‘political propaganda’.

‘Redesigning Democracy: The Making Of The Welsh Assembly’ is a volume co-authored by Geoff Mungham and Kevin Morgan. Kevin Morgan currently holds a Chair in the School of Geography and Planning at Cardiff and he is also Dean for Engagement at Cardiff. Kevin Morgan did his first degree at Leicester University in the mid 1970s. Whilst a great many people in that institution were concealing the activities of Greville Janner who was elected as a Labour MP in 1974 (see post ‘Radical Leicester And Some Other Free Radicals’). Janner’s family came from Cardiff and Janner was born there. The Janners are a legal family and Greville Janner had many links with both the Labour Party and the legal world in south Wales. From the late 1970s until 1989 Morgan worked in Sussex University, which is located at Brighton. The kids in care in north Wales were trafficked to brothels in Brighton and London owned by John Allen. The firebomb which killed the five north Wales witnesses was thrown into a building in Brighton. I would imagine that Kevin Morgan might well have known something about sex trafficking in Brighton whilst he lived there as a result of the sort of research that he was involved with. Kevin Morgan has been a member of and Chaired numerous Welsh Gov’t committees.

 

Rhodri’s autobiography mentions another academic whom he knew, Drakeford’s friend Mike Sullivan, Professor of Social Policy at Swansea University. Mike Sullivan is also Swansea University’s Vice President (Strategic Partnerships), Director Designate of the Morgan Academy – now which Morgan would that be named after? – and the Vice Chancellor’s Adviser (External Relations). Sullivan’s Chair is in the School of Management, because Richard Davies, the VC whom Mike advises, shut down great swathes of Swansea University some years ago, including the Social Sciences bit. Richard Davies was also accused of giving jobs to his friends and there was such discord that the staff protested to the University Visitor – which was HM Queen Lilibet – in an attempt to have Davies removed.

Davies wasn’t removed, which might have been related to Swansea University being virtually run by the friends and relatives of Rhodri Morgan (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’). No doubt as long as there is a job for Rhodri’s brother Prys and others close to Rhodri’s heart, Richard Davies will stay. Richard Davies even gave Professor Geoffrey Chamberlain a job after Chamberlain retired from St George’s Hospital Medical School, after Chamberlain had concealed a paedophile gang of which one member was the Professor of Paediatrics, Oliver Brooke and serious misconduct, including a major research fraud which resulted in Chamberlain having to resign as President of the Royal College of Obstetricians and Gynaecologists (see post ‘I  Don’t Believe It!’).

Richard Davies also gave a home to Professor Hilary Lappin-Scott after she departed from Bangor University against her will, having single-handedly nearly destroyed the place during her short but notable time there (see post ‘News Round-Up, March 16 2017’). Satan-Scott was given control of Swansea’s Business School – I don’t know why, because she’s a microbiologist, but then she declared herself to be a gender specialist on the grounds that she was female (Hilary – men have a gender too). After Hilary took over the management of Swansea’s Business School, allegations of workplace bullying flew, there were numerous staff resignations, people gave jobs to their wives and friends and the students held a protest because they claimed that the Business School had acquired such a dreadful reputation that their degrees had been devalued as a result.

 

Mike Sullivan’s web page explains that he has worked as an applied social scientist for the last 30 years. He is an ‘acknowledged international authority’ on the politics of social policy and has carried out research on: the Labour party and social reform, the effectiveness of educational systems; devolution and social policy and the impact of state intervention on family and kinship patterns. Mike has acted as a consultant to the Serbian, Montenegrin and Hungarian governments in developing frameworks for public policy.

Over the last decade, Mike has provided advice and developed health policy for the Welsh Government. From 2007 to 2010 he was Spad on public policy to Rhodri. Mike has worked extensively with local authorities, the NHS and the Third Sector.

So Mike knows all about the mountain of shit as well then – although it doesn’t feature in his publications. Which will be why in 2010 Mike was elected to a Fellowship of the Royal Society of Medicine ‘in recognition of his contribution to health policy development and analysis’.

Mike claims that ‘he never wished to become part of University management but somehow it happened’. Just like that! Richard Davies’s adviser – it can happen to anyone.

 

There was another high profile figure in the Labour Party who was around for most of Rhodri’s career about whom I have so far said very little on this blog. I was reminded by someone who left a comment recently that I do need to discuss him. That is Robin Cook.

Because of the way that Robin Cook died and this happening not long after he fell out with Blair over the invasion of Iraq, a number of conspiracy theories have arisen as a result of Cook’s death. I tend to think of this when I think of Robin Cook, particularly since I met people in Scotland who really did seem to think that someone had helped Robin wave a fond farewell to this world.

The other thing that I always remember about Robin Cook is that he was married to a Top Doctor, always referred to as ‘Mrs Cook’, who exacted a very effective revenge after Cook left her for his secretary Gaynor. Mrs Cook wrote a splendid book which put the boot into Robin in a very entertaining way and did him a great deal of damage. Mrs Cook’s book among other things alleged on the part of Robin Cook serial adultery, excessive drinking, contempt for his colleagues in the Labour Party and dreadful personal habits. Mrs Cook acquired a cult following and was given a job as an agony aunt in a newspaper or magazine and she also took to the airwaves in Scotland and began broadcasting. I went on holiday to The Gambia just after Mrs Cook had published her book and I was gobsmacked to find that Mrs Cook was the talk of The Gambia as well – they had heard about her on the World Service. I was really impressed when a number of people asked me if I knew Mrs Cook – well I suppose that I was from the UK, so I could have bumped into her somewhere. During the discussions that I had about Mrs Cook in The Gambia, I discovered that the reason why she’d taken The Gambia by storm was that she was being compared to the wives of African leaders and as one young man told me ‘no wife of an African leader would ever have dared do that’. Well they aren’t Mrs Cook.

When I realised the extent of the pleasing of the Top Doctors that had gone on among Labour Party figures and the wilful ignoring of the naked greed and criminal behaviour of some leading lights in the BMA, I did bear in mind that Mrs Cook was a Top Doctor – a consultant haematologist – and that she and her network will have been ruthlessly colluded with. What I had missed however was that during his time as the MP for Edinburgh Central, 1974-83 and Livingstone, 1983-05, Robin Cook served as the Shadow Secretary of State for the DHSS, 1987-89 and then as Shadow Secretary of State for Health, 1989-92, under the Windbag. That puts Cook at the scene of a great many crimes – the Windbag ignored some pretty horrific things on the part of the paedophiles’ friends during those years. The death of Michael Carr MP at the hands of Walton Hospital (see post ‘News From Sicily’) for one, as well as the excesses and serious crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends (see posts ‘These Sharks Are Crap As Well’ and ‘I Warn You…’).

Cook was a Scottish Labour politician so he will have known much about the people and the events discussed in my post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – The Scottish Play’,  as well as all the other dirt that everyone at Westminster picked up. Medicine is an incredibly incestuous world and Mrs Cook being a Top Doctor in Scotland married to an MP who later became a Cabinet Minister – Foreign Secretary at that – will have mixed with the best in Top Doctor Circles. Mrs Cook will have known Dr Death, as well as Sir Kenneth Calman, who served as Chief Medical Officer for Scotland as well as for England and Wales and who moved mountains in terms of concealing the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part V’). Mrs Cook will have known Sam Galbraith, the Top Doctor who was begged to become a Labour MP by someone whilst the Windbag led the Party just when it looked as though all might be revealed about Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends (see post ‘I Warn You…’). The plan to get Big Sam on side rather backfired on the Windbag and Tony Francis, because Sam Galbraith turned out to be a complete shit who didn’t have any interest in being a politician, who insulted the rest of them and who made it quite clear that they were a load of fools and that he was a neurosurgeon who was going to do what he felt like and furthermore the purpose of Gov’t chauffeurs and official cars was to take Galbraith out from Glasgow to his boat at weekends.

Rhodri states in his book that he was friends with Sam Galbraith.

Windbag – was there anyone at all whom you wouldn’t toady to in your attempts to become PM? Sam Galbraith must have been the worst recruitment decision that you ever made, you might as well have invited Dafydd to become a Minister, he’d have probably done less damage.

 

Robin Cook has to shoulder a great deal of the blame for the idiocy which reigned supreme under the Windbag – it was Cook who managed the Windbag’s leadership campaign in 1983. Cook was considered a moderniser and assisted the Windbag and Mandy in this.

Cook went back a long way, he was an MP in Wilson’s and Callaghan’s Gov’ts so he will have known about the skulduggery over which they presided and the scandals that they kept quiet – including George Thomas and Greville Janner and of course politicians from other parties doing equally unsavoury things such as Cyril Smith, Jeremy Thorpe and Sir Peter Morrison. Cook was a member of the Tribune group of the PLP and in 1988 was elected to the NEC.

Mrs Cook may have known another Top Doctor who facilitated the activities of Dafydd and the paedophiles – Dr DGE Wood, the corrupt GP. Wood came from the Bristol area, went to Bristol Medical School and his parents continued to live down there after Wood moved to north Wales. Wood’s father was a Top Doctor as well. Mrs Cook came from Bristol and she and Robin were married there. Evidence in my possession shows that Wood was very pro-active in approaching people who were in a position to assist him in running the sex trafficking ring or doing me damage – I also think that Wood had some sort of connection with Dr Death.

In true Top Doctor style, Mrs Cook delivered a boot to the groin of Blair and the Gov’t in 2002. She resigned from her job as a Top Doctor, claiming that the NHS was being used by Blair’s Ministers as a ‘political football’. Of course it was Mrs Cook and the Top Doctors took maximum advantage of that. If the NHS wasn’t used as a political football, Dafydd et al would have simply been arrested and charged – instead the BMA used the desperation among politicians to conceal what was going on to negotiate high salaries for themselves. Mrs Cook’s criticisms sound very familiar – there’s not enough money for Top Doctors, there’s a recruitment crisis and she can’t bear the stress anymore. Just imagine the stress if you were illegally imprisoned in a dungeon in Denbigh Mrs Cook and everybody ignored the crimes of the person who had done it.

Mrs Cook was a haematologist. So she’d know about the ‘tainted blood’ scandal – which resulted in NHS patients knowingly being given infected blood products over many years under different Gov’ts, many of those patients subsequently dying. Mrs Cook would also know about other blood borne infections. Such as HIV. Furthermore Mrs Cook worked in a hospital in Edinburgh – in the late 80s/early 90s Edinburgh had one of the worst rates of HIV infection.

Mrs Cook will have known that the only way that Chief Medical Officer Sir Donald Acheson persuaded Thatcher and Norman Fowler to allow the ‘Don’t Die Of Ignorance’ HIV public education campaign which made references to gay sex was because Acheson had explained slowly and clearly that this was an infection which led to a terminal illness, that there was no effective treatment and that the chances of becoming infected were particularly high if people were having promiscuous gay sex. As Thatcher and Fowler knew damn well that some of their colleagues were using rent boys for this purpose and could well die, the public education campaign was given the go ahead. Mrs Cook will also have known that the young men dying of AIDS in the late 80s receiving visits from Princess Diana who ‘had been rejected by their families’ were very frequently the kids who had grown up in care and had been trafficked for sex. They died without anyone admitting what had happened (see post ‘Apocalypse Now’).

 

Someone else who knew about the gore that was being kept quiet by the DoH was David Miliband. Rhodri Morgan wrote the Health part of the 1992 Welsh Labour manifesto with the Health Advisory Group – although I don’t remember seeing any mention of the abuse and trafficking of kids in care and then keeping them in a dungeon if they complained in that manifesto. Miliband was working as an advisor at the time and argued with Rhodri over the wording of the manifesto – Miliband wanted a form of wording that the NHS unions and the Socialist Health Association would be happy with. They just mustn’t be upset must they.

Gov’t car for you and your family out to your boat on a Saturday Dr Galbraith? No problem.

 

David Miliband did of course share the same Uncle Harry who was popularised by Ed Miliband. Uncle Harry aka Professor Harry Keen who inspired and cared and was dedicated to the NHS. Uncle Harry who had a Chair at Guy’s and St Thomas’s, who’s colleagues became millionaires by abandoning their NHS patients whilst they buggered off down to Harley Street for the rest of the day – the Guys and Tommy’s where Dafydd’s mate Professor Jim Watson established his sex therapy clinic, after having slummed it over at St George’s for years where he’d concealed the paedophile gang along with everyone else there (see post ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’). Uncle Harry was a member of the Socialist Health Association (see post ‘Inside Information About A Hergest Unit Death’). As was Dr Brian Gibbons, who was appointed Health Minister in Rhodri’s Welsh Gov’t and who wrote to me saying that ‘this correspondence is over’ when I told him that I had documentary evidence of serious criminal activity in the NHS in north Wales.

 

David Miliband will have known about the abuse of vulnerable people before 1992, because his first job after he left university in 1989 was as a political analyst at the National Council for Voluntary Organisations (NCVO). Not only were many of the organisations under that umbrella concealing the abuse of vulnerable people – such as MIND – but many of the people working in the NCVO, particularly at senior levels, had concealed abuse and wrongdoing themselves in their previous jobs in services where vulnerable people, including children, had been abused.

From 1989-94, Miliband worked as a Research Fellow and policy analyst at the  IPPR. He was appointed Secretary of the IPPR’s Commission on Social Justice upon its foundation in 1992 by the then leader of the Labour Party, John Smith.

Uncle Harry’s nephew is certainly a man who knows about social justice. He must have been good at keeping his mouth shut as well because in 1994 Blair appointed Miliband as Head of Policy and he contributed to Labour’s 1997 General Election manifesto. After Labour’s election victory, Blair made Miliband the de facto head of the PM’s Policy Unit, a position which Miliband held until 2001.

In 2001 David Miliband was elected as Labour MP for South Shields. So Miliband joined all those other mates of Blair’s in the north east who were keeping the lid on the paedophile ring up there which had operated for years and had strong links to Dafydd’s lot in north Wales.

As far as Miliband goes, the rest is history – Minister of State for the Cabinet Office, Foreign Secretary, mate of Hillary Clinton’s and now the President of the International Rescue Committee.

And it all began when Miliband ensured that the wording of the 1992 Labour manifesto was acceptable to people who were colluding with a paedophile gang…

 

Obviously with Rhodri having an interest in health policy, Rhodri was keen to contribute in any way that he could, so he supplied bad news NHS stories to the Mirror, to let everyone know just how much patients suffer under Tory Cuts. As opposed to when Tony Blair chucks money at the Top Doctors and Mrs Cook still tells everyone that it’s all dreadful and the stress has made her resign, in the same way that many GPs are now retiring in their mid to late 50s because they can’t take anymore. It does of course help that their pension pots are so big that unlike most other people – except of course the Denbigh nurses who retired at 55 to spend time on their yachts or at their second homes in Florida (see post ‘A Solicitor’s Letter from North East Wales MIND’) – GPs can retire in their 50s and still enjoy a comfortable life.

 

The Wales NHS horse was mercilessly flogged again for the 1997 General Election campaign. Blair made a campaign visit to Wales on 2 Feb and he visited Ty Maeth, the HQ of the RCN in the grounds of the University Hospital of Wales. Rhodri’s wife Julie was the host MP! Julie was present at the public unveiling of the RCN’s new childcare system. As Julie Morgan was a former social worker who’s colleagues were involved in concealing child abuse and Julie had previously been the Deputy Director of Barnardo’s whilst some Barnardo’s staff abused children in their care and also had links to Dafydd and the paedophiles in north Wales, Julie was clearly the right person to be doing that. Whilst Blair was being taken on the RCN tour of North Korea, elaborate plans were being laid in north Wales to transfer me to a secure unit after framing me for ‘threatening’ an Angel – an Angel who would, a few months after Blair met the NHS staff of Pyongyang, obligingly perjure herself (see posts ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – The Scottish Play’ and ‘A Solicitor’s Letter From North East Wales MIND’). Blair’s tour also included a visit to the University of Glamorgan (now known as the University of South Wales), an institution which has excelled in giving honorary degrees and fellowships to those who have protected the paedophiles and patient batterers, including the Director of the RCN in Wales, Tina Donnelly (see post ‘Oh To Be In Receipt Of Academic Honours’).

 

John Major also visited north Wales in the 1997 General Election campaign. He gave his last Welsh Conservative Party speech before the election at Kinsale Hall Hotel, Flintshire, at the heart of the paedophiles’ biggest umbrella. Kinsale Hall Hotel is near to Holywell and the other places where many former staff of the North Wales Hospital lived. Whilst Major was addressing the paedophiles’ friends, not so far away in Ewloe Sir Ronnie Waterhouse had opened the Waterhouse Inquiry.

 

There are a couple of other references in Rhodri’s book to visits to Paedophilia Central by senior New Labour figures at the time of the Waterhouse Inquiry. Philip Gould went to Wrexham to conduct two of those focus groups which made him a laughing stock. The focus groups in question concerned people’s views on devolution. New Labour didn’t bother to dispatch anyone to make any inquiries about the paedophile gang which had its centre at Wrexham in the guise of Bryn Estyn and Bryn Alyn for so many years. Nearly every councillor and MP in the region was colluding with the gang, but someone could have had a word with the Labour Wrexham Councillor Malcolm King who was the one person who wasn’t (see post ‘It’s A Piece Of Cake’).

 

When the devolution campaign begun, Blair himself arrived in Wrexham. I bet he gave Councillor King a wide berth. Rhodri states that Blair was greeted as a Messiah and that there was a huge turn out. From what is now known about how Thatcher’s and Blair’s campaigns were organised, it was highly probable that there was nothing spontaneous about that huge turn out.

 

Previously on this blog I have discussed how the trade unions not only failed to blow the whistle on the abuse of children in care and psychiatric patients but actually provided abusers with protection in terms of legal advice and support even in cases where it was admitted that they had abused the people whom they were paid to care for (see post ‘A Very COHSE Relationship With Some Very Nasty People?’). David Williams, a former Angel from the North Wales Hospital Denbigh held senior roles in COHSE for decades and ended up as the General Secretary.  The corrupt MSF reps at St George’s Hospital Medical School were using their knowledge of criminal wrongdoing to simply gain more power and status for themselves.

In terms of those abusing children in care, NUPE and NALGO defended them under all circumstances. Some of those accused of abuse, including in north Wales, were shop stewards in these unions. Whistleblowers found that these unions would not respond to their concerns. Although Alison Taylor was a paid-up member of NUPE when she raised concerns about the abuse of children in north Wales and when Gwynedd County Council took disciplinary action against her, NUPE dropped their representation of Alison after being subject to ‘persuasion’ by Gwynedd County Council. One social worker in north Wales who was guilty of serious abuse of children was nonetheless represented by NALGO who negotiated an early retirement package for him. A psychiatrist’s letter was produced in support. I think that I can guess which psychiatrist might have written that letter.

There is no doubt that people at the top of the unions representing abusers knew what the score was and exactly whom they were protecting (see post ‘Mary Turner – An Appreciation’ and ‘I Warn You…’).

Rhodri’s book supplies the names of some of the key figures in the union movement in Wales – Rhodri himself was associated with the TGWU. George Wright is mentioned as the Welsh T&G Area Regional Secretary. Wright became General Secretary of the TGWU and General Secretary of the Wales TUC. Wright famously stated that he knew what his members wanted and that was ‘one person, one vote: I’m the person’. Wright was a protege of the TGWU’s leader Jack Jones. These were very powerful men at one time. If they had wanted to take on Dafydd and the paedophiles they could have. Rhodri mentions that Wright’s deputy in running the Wales Region of the T&G was Jim Hancock – Hancock was Chair of the Welsh Labour Executive.

Jim Hancock became Regional Secretary of the TGWU. In Nov 2000 the TGWU was accused of ignoring local people in Bethesda at a commemoration of the centenary of the Penrhyn Quarry lock-out. The dispute was an historic one and was a key step in the development of trade unionism. The TGWU inherited the mantle of the pioneering old North Wales Quarrymen’s Union, which merged with the TGWU in the 1950s. People in Bethesda were not only not invited to the event but few of them even know about it. Tom Jones, the organiser of the TGWU in north Wales, stated that no snub had been intended.

Among the ‘VIPs’ who were invited were Rhodri; Derek Gregory, the Chairman of TUC Cymru; the actor John Ogwen (who came from Bethesda); paedophiles’ friend Glyn Owen, the Chairman of Gwynedd County Council; paedophiles’ friend Betty Williams, Labour MP for Conwy; Lord Dafydd Elis-Thomas, Presiding Officer of the National Assembly and Tom Jones, Jim Hancock and Jimmy Elsby, representing the TGWU.

I have heard Dafydd Elis-Thomas speak about the need to rescue the patients and then close down the Hergest Unit and I saw him give a paedophiles’ friend a good bollocking for giving Wales a bad name on one occasion, but I am not aware that ANY of the other ‘VIPs’ named above had ever shown any interest at all in the plight of the victims of Dafydd and the paedophiles – and Glyn Owen and Betty Williams were most definitely of the paedophiles’ friends themselves. Gwynedd County Council hosted the paedophile gang – Owen was Chairman and Betty Williams had sat on the Council for years whilst the paedophile gang were busy. Betty also failed to respond to Hergest patients who contacted her after they had suffered abuse at the hands of staff and had me thrown out of Tesco when she was campaigning in there after I asked her why she was ignoring what was going on in the Hergest Unit.

In 2005 a ding dong in Court revealed serious abuses of procedure at the TGWU. Hancock was named in the case as was Mr Harriet Harman aka Jack Dromey.

 

In 2010 the UCU expressed fears about the future of Coleg Harlech after Jim Hancock was commissioned by the Welsh Gov’t to report on the future of the Coleg and recommended that there should be no more investment there. Coleg Harlech has now died a death, which is a great pity because I know some people who maintain that Coleg Harlech transformed their lives and some very good historians were employed there, although sadly there was a contingent of paedophiles’ friends lurking within.

As the UCU shed tears over the future of Coleg Harlech, it reminded everyone that what ‘makes Coleg Harlech so unique is the residential provision it offers. For the most vulnerable learners, including ex-offenders, people with mental health conditions and drug addicts that have kicked their habits, this is vital.  It places them in a safe, supportive environment where they can learn and where they can begin to turn their lives around’.

So the well-paid of north Wales suddenly woke up to the fact that the scant educational provision for the people whom had been kicked in the teeth for decades whilst the well-paid remained silent was about to disappear and that the well-paid were in danger of losing their jobs. Christ, let’s have a campaign!

Whilst UCU shed crocodile years over the fate of vulnerable students, Eileen Tilley, the UCU rep at Bangor University, colluded with the paedophiles’ friends in attacks on those who had spilt the paedophiles’ pints (see post ‘News Round Up, May 12 2017′) because Eileen wanted a seat on the National Executive of UCU.

In 2001 Coleg Harlech merged with the WEA (north Wales). The north Wales WEA was/is dominated by the paedophiles’ friends. I witnessed one such leading light in the WEA -Annie Williams – give a lecture on the plight of the insane and the poor in Beaumaris in previous centuries. Annie got quite a few things wrong but luckily there was someone in the audience who actually knew about the subject and was able to advise Annie. At one point Annie pretended to cry at the knowledge of how the insane and destitute were treated in those days and she made comparisons with the Tory Cuts of today. One of Annie Williams’s colleagues at the WEA is friendly with an Angel in the Hergest Unit who is mistreating one of his kids. Annie’s colleague knows about this but is protecting the Angel and asked me to stop telling people that patients were being abused in Hergest.

When Annie Williams found out that I had an interest in Wimmins’ Studies (or as some of us would say, gender theory) and that I worked at Bangor University, Annie presumed that I worked with Meri Huws aka the Crack of Doom. I explained that I didn’t and mentioned the name of the person whom I did work with, a man who had come under serious attack for spilling the pints of the paedophiles. Annie made a contemptuous noise, wrinkled her nose, walked away and didn’t speak to me again. Well my former colleague might be in possession of testicles Annie, but he’d have never made the elementary mistakes that you made in your lecture. Neither did he collude with a gang of child molesters and those who protected them.

 

 

 

 

Other bigwigs from the TGWU in Wales with whom Rhodri was mates were Nev Taylor, Teifion Davies and John Bingham.

Liz Lewis was the north Wales TGWU organiser. I have not been able to find out anything about Liz other than that she was based among the paedophiles’ friends in Flintshire. There is a passing reference to Liz Lewis on a ‘Red Watch’ website which seems to have been created by some sort of far-right group and features photos and info about who Red Watch believes are dangerous Commie revolutionaries.

Two of my former colleagues from Bangor University are featured on the website. One of them is Julia Wardhaugh, a criminologist whom Red Watch believes is a ‘Marxist Feminist’ and an expert in ‘hate speech’. Red Watch, you really don’t need to worry about Julia – she caused much resentment at Bangor because she could barely make it into work most days. She has sat in Bangor University for years drawing a senior lecturer’s salary whilst much more junior staff – or even unpaid postgrads – do virtually all of her work for her. I never worked out whether Julia was a paedophiles’ friend because I only ever saw her about a dozen times during the years that I worked in the same academic dept as her. I used to speculate with a friend about what Julia actually DID when she wasn’t coming to work. Did she just sit at home watching TV? Or was she going on Himalayan expeditions? She could have been doing the latter because she wasn’t seen for months at a time. The occasions on which Julia did appear however were when meetings were being held to discuss plans to oppose any redundancies in the university. She made sure that she turned up to them. You have nothing to worry about Red Watch, Julia Wardhaugh will not be leading the revolution, she could never be bothered to put in the effort required.

Another Dangerous Revolutionary outed by Red Watch was Professor Charlotte Williams, formerly of Bangor University, latterly of Keele University. Charlotte Williams was a good deal more industrious than Julia and Charlotte is one of the few people who has published intelligent work on black ethnic identity and Welshness. Charlotte has thought about that a lot, because she is black, grew up in Bethesda but is not Welsh speaking and throughout her whole life has been told that she isn’t really Welsh. Charlotte Williams is well known in north Wales because she was subjected to an all out hate campaign by a group of paedophiles’ friends. God they hated Charlotte, they made her life hell. She was subjected to overt racism for daring to be black and when a leaving party was held for her at Bangor it was attended by a paedophiles’ friend who told a student ‘I am only going to make sure that she does leave’. Whatever Charlotte published was trashed by a paedophiles’ friend – usually a deeply unpleasant man called Glyn Williams aka Glyn Patagonia. She never achieved the recognition that she deserved which was why she left Bangor University – it was quite clear that Charlotte was never going to be given the Chair that she obviously should have one day. She went to Keele and was given a Chair very quickly.

However there is a huge mystery surrounding Charlotte. She absolutely must have been a paedophiles’ friend herself. She spent decades working in social work, both as a social worker, a tutor and then as Director of Social Work at Bangor University. She sat on numerous Welsh Gov’t committees advising on social work throughout the paedophile years and was awarded the standard gong of the paedophiles’ friends, an OBE. Charlotte grew up and worked for virtually her entire career in the midst of Paedophilia Central. She definitely knew what was happening but as far as I understood – and I knew a number of people who knew Charlotte well and liked her – she never, ever said one word or raised a concern about the rampant serious abuse which she knew was happening. She was also very frosty to me and avoided me like the plague although she knew that I was good friends with someone who had been very supportive to her.

I have to be fair and entertain the notion that Charlotte might have been simply scared shitless of the murdering bastards. Well you’ve retired now Charlotte, you are well away from them and I think that as a key witness to what they did, you now need to come forward and give evidence.

I don’t know where Charlotte is living now, but after a life and career spent in north Wales she upped and went to Australia for a few years, but later returned to the UK. As I remember, Charlotte felt the call of Oz just as Operation Pallial launched the re-investigation into the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal. Charlotte must have returned at some point after the Macur Review confirmed that Waterhouse was no cover-up and that the paedophile ring in north Wales was not linked with rings anywhere else and there were no Westminster figures involved. I don’t think that Lady Justice Macur interviewed witnesses though. She couldn’t, they’d buggered off to Australia after they got wind that the Review would be taking place.

 

So there were a great many people providing protection to a paedophile gang and those who facilitated it. The unions of course paid for the best legal representation. The solicitors of the GMB were a company called Leo Abse and Cohen…

 

There was a Labour MP who was also a great friend of Dafydd and the paedophiles who has so far escaped being mentioned on this blog. Gareth Thomas, the MP for Clwyd West, 1997-05.

Gareth Thomas ticks just about every box in terms of the criteria needed to be of outstanding service to Dafydd and the paedophiles. Thomas was born in Penygroes in Gwynedd, but grew up on Merseyside – however he is a fluent Welsh speaker. He graduated in law from Aberystwyth University in 1976 and worked in the insurance industry and in the West Indies. Since 1986 Thomas has been a barrister in private practice, specialising in personal injury. Thomas is a member of AMICUS. MSF, the union whose corrupt reps at St George’s concealed so much wrongdoing, became part of AMICUS after a merger.

Gareth Thomas was a member of Flintshire County Council, 1995-97 and in 2001 was appointed PPS to Paul Murphy, Secretary of State for Wales. In 2002 he moved with Murphy when Murphy was appointed Secretary of State for N Ireland.

Thomas lives near Ruthin and now works as a barrister at Atlantic Chambers Liverpool.

Blair must have been delighted to have Thomas representing that seat whilst the Waterhouse Inquiry was going on and then when the cover-up was published.

 

 

 

Previous posts including ‘A Solicitor’s Letter From North East Wales MIND’ and ‘Cottaging At Castle Gate’ provided details of the insanity and corruption which prevailed (and still does prevail) in the mental health services in north Wales, as evidenced by the documents in my possession – the lies being told about and to patients, the complete failure to investigate the most serious complaints and the lies subsequently told that complaints had been properly investigated but had been found to be groundless, the constant attempts to prosecute patients who had complained, the admissions that staff were committing perjury to do this and the collusion with all this by scores of people at the highest echelons, as well as by numerous lawyers.

I mentioned that I have many documents that contain clues that documents have been forged or amended/written at a later date than claimed. This seems to be true of a number of documents which are alleged to be correspondence between Alun Davies and the Welsh Office in 1988 and 1989.

In July 1989 an inquiry was finally held into my earlier very serious complaints about Dafydd, Tony Francis and Gwynedd Social Services, regarding events in 1986-87. The hearing was organised by Professor Robert Owen the corrupt Medical Ombudsman appointed by the Welsh Office (see post ‘In Memoriam – Professor Robert Owen’) and was led by Professor Robert Bluglass, who was as corrupt as the rest of them, who knew Dafydd and was a close colleague of Tony Francis’s former mentor Ian Brockington (see post ‘Ian Brockington’s Mischief’). Most aspects of my complaint were not even investigated and evidence from an Angel that Dafydd had lied to Bluglass during the hearing was ignored as was evidence from Angels that Dafydd had entered into a corrupt deal with Superintendent Roberts at Bangor Police Station to unlawfully arrest and imprison me (see post ‘Enter Professor Robert Bluglass CBE’). Bluglass concluded that Dafydd and paedophiles were ‘caring’ people who had been ‘harassed’ by me and that I was a psychopath with a ‘homicidal capacity’ who would ‘end up in Broadmoor’.

It was very, very difficult ever getting that farce of an investigation. Letters from me to NHS officials were simply ignored, which is where these allegations of me ‘harassing’ people arose from. I had to write to both Gwynedd and Clwyd Health Authorities repeatedly, because I was either not receiving replies or when I did, barefaced lies were told. Gwynedd Social Services refused to speak to me even on the phone and after only my second letter of complaint to them they served an injunction on me preventing me from writing to them ever again – an injunction gained on the basis of the perjury of two social workers, one of whom had never met me (see post ‘Some Big Legal Names Enter The Arena’). My complaint re Gwynedd Social Services was that I had been threatened by Alun Davies and then unlawfully detained in Ysbyty Gwynedd by one of their social workers. I now have documents that demonstrate that was exactly what happened. The complaint has never been investigated. Months after serving the injunction on me, Gwynedd Social Services tried to have me imprisoned for breaching it – on the basis of their staff perjuring themselves in Court in Chester (see post ‘Some Big Legal Names Enter The Arena’).

The letters written to other people by Mr D. Hinchliffe, the administrator at the North Wales Hospital, demonstrate that Hinchliffe repeatedly wrote to Dafydd after I complained, but Dafydd ignored Hinchliffe’s letters. Peter Higson couldn’t get a reply out of Dafydd either and Hinchliffe and Higson agreed that Dafydd wasn’t following complaints procedures. Their solution was for Hinchliffe to write to me and tell me that my complaint had been investigated and was found to be groundless. This was happening during 1987. The letters demonstrating that this was happening were written by D. Keith Jones – a senior nurse at the North Wales Hospital – David Ewart at the Mental Health Act Commission Regional Office in Liverpool and Dr Duncan Egdell of Clwyd Health Authority, as well as by Dafydd, Hinchliffe and Higson. Names mentioned on the letters – people who were colluding with this way of dealing with serious complaint – included Terence James (social worker) and Dr Ramiah Ramaiah, one of Dafydd’s corrupt Top Doctor associates who turned up to ‘assess’ me whilst I was in Denbigh and concluded that I was most wicked . All of these people were involved in a flat refusal to ensure that any investigation took place and that a series of lies were told to me and indeed about me.

On July 13 1987 Hinchliffe wrote to Dr Duncan Egdell regarding Dafydd not responding to my complaints. The letter explains that the Mental Health Act Commission were also complaining about delays in response to their complaints and that they will be writing to Clwyd Health Authority. Hinchliffe states ‘I am therefore writing to advise you of the current situation and at the request of the Members of the Health Authority attached to the Unit [North Wales Hospital] to see whether you could offer any assistance in resolving the situation’. CC Mrs Mars-Jones, Mr Drennan.

Mrs Mars-Jones – referred to on another document as Mrs D. Mars-Jones – I am fairly sure is the wife of David Mars-Jones from near Denbigh. I think that David Mars-Jones is the younger brother of Sir William Mars-Jones, corrupt judge and paedophiles’ friend (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’). I have been sent information alleging that Mars-Jones’s son Adam – who became a very well-known novelist – as a young man used to visit Bryn Alyn. Adam Mars-Jones is gay and wrote a biography of his father in which he claims that his father was incredibly homophobic and thought that Adam could be ‘cured’ by sex with the right sort of (female) people. I presume that Mrs Mars-Jones was a member of Clwyd Health Authority.

Letters written by Dafydd to Hinchliffe (dated 21 July 1987) and by David Ewart to Hinchliffe (dated 8 Aug 1987) make reference to the plan and attempt by Dafydd to have me framed and imprisoned for ‘attempting to stab a doctor with a knife’) (see post ‘Workers’ Play Time’). Ewart himself was fully on board with this conspiracy.

A letter from Duncan Egdell to Hinchliffe dated 27 July 1987 states that ‘I enclose herewith for your information and that of Mrs Mars-Jones and Mr Drennan (to whom I am copying this), a copy of a letter I have today sent to Dr DA Jones though I have not indicated that on the top copy that I am doing so. I do hope it achieves the desired effect and shall look forward to hearing whether it does’. Copies to Mrs D. Mars-Jones and Mr R.F. Drennan.

What was going on? I can find no clues among my documents as to what Egdell was up to – but it was obviously a bit of deception involving Hinchliffe, Dafydd, Mrs Mars-Jones and Mr Drennan.

David Ewart wrote to Hinchliffe on 11 Sep 1987 pointing out that the Mental Health Act Commission still hadn’t had answers to two questions posed in their letter of 11 June. By this time Ewart had probably found out that the plan to imprison me for ‘attempting to stab a junior doctor’ had not worked. Ewart had initially been under the mistaken belief that they’d got away with it because Dafydd jumped the gun and wrote to Ewart telling him that I had been taken to Risley Remand Centre – Dafydd didn’t realise at that time that the police had protected me from further false allegations by Janice Davies the senior nurse at the North Wales Hospital and that a nursing officer at Ysbyty Gwynedd had made a statement which evidenced that it was a lie that I had tried to stab someone and so I had been released from Bangor Police Station.

On 5 Jan 1988 PM Rees (an administrator with Gwynedd Health Authority) wrote a ‘note for file’ referring to a meeting ‘this afternoon 4 Jan 1989’ between Prof Owen, Alun Davies, Sandra Phillips, PM Rees and Robyn Williams (an administrator at Gwynedd Health Authority). Rees explains that he phoned Duncan Egdell of Clwyd Health Authority to ask if my original letter to him detailed my complaints about Gwynedd Health Authority. Egdell confirmed that it did and that a letter had been received from me ‘ages ago’, but neither Egdell or anyone else addressed my complaints because ‘it was none of their business’. Rees noted that ‘it apparently did not occur to them to send us a copy so that we could look into the Gwynedd aspects of the complaint ourselves’. Rees stated that Egdell will be faxing my letter over to Gwynedd, that he ‘will communicate this information to Prof Owen’ and will instigate the first of the two stages of the clinical judgement complaints procedure ‘as quickly as possible with a view to having it dealt with (if considered still necessary) at the third stage hearing, tentatively to be held at the end of Jan’.

PM Rees dates the note as 5 Jan 1988, but refers to a meeting that day, 4 Jan 1989. If one was dealing with normal people, this could be explained as a simply typo. But we are not talking normal people here as we shall see.

This memo is extraordinary anyway. Not only because of the apparent lack of communication between Gwynedd and Clwyd Health Authorities, who were responsible JOINTLY for providing the psychiatric services in north Wales – Gwynedd patients were regularly sent to the North Wales Hospital although it was managed by Clwyd and Dafydd had beds at Ysbyty Gwynedd and held clinics there, although his contract of employment was held by Clwyd – but also because of Gwynedd’s claims not to know the details of my complaints against them. They had received numerous letters from me detailing my complaints – Tony Francis had served a High Court injunction on me stopping me from writing any more of them to him and Gwynedd Health Authority were consulting with the crooked Welsh Office lawyer Andrew Park with a view to also gaining an injunction against me stopping me writing letters of complaint. They were in no doubt at all regarding the details of my complaint. Furthermore, the Mental Health Acts Commission by then had also written to Gwynedd Health Authority asking them to respond to their own questions after I had written to the MHAC. The MHAC had told Gwynedd Health Authority that the appropriate report and documentation had not been provided by Gwynedd Social Services when I had been threatened by Davies and then detained at Ysbyty Gwynedd in the autumn of 1986 – so that detention was unlawful…

Gwynedd knew exactly where the land lay, even if Duncan Egdell couldn’t be arsed to write to them.

This memo was in my files alongside an undated ‘report’ about me written by Tony Francis. It is a substantial report in which Francis does his best to present his skills as a psychotherapist. His conclusion is simple – that I am a ‘paranoid litigant’ who’s complaints cannot be taken seriously and have no substance. Which is exactly what Dafydd said about Mary Wynch when she sued him after he had her unlawfully arrested and imprisoned in the North Wales Hospital for a year – Mary won that case (see post ‘The Mary Wynch Case – Details’).

There is a letter to PM Rees from Duncan Egdell with a copy of my original complaint to Egdell (which was dated 2 March 1987) and letters of complaint written by me on 10 and 11 Dec 1987 because my original complaint had not been addressed. My letter of 11 Dec 1987 addressed to Mr Griffiths, the General Administrator of Clwyd Health Authority, mentioned that I am now writing to him because I have received a letter from Hempsons (the MDU solicitors) who are threatening to seek my imprisonment on the grounds that my letters of complaint to Gwynedd Health Authority broke the personal injunction that  Francis obtained against me. (I was not imprisoned because I had not broken Francis’s injunction.)

This letter from Egdell was dated 4 Jan 1989. Again, it would normally be presumed that this was just an error and it was meant to be 4 Jan 1988 – but when I looked closely at some of the other documents, it was clear that there was something highly irregular about many of them.

On 20 April 1988, Duncan Egdell, Community Physician, finally wrote to the Medical Officer for Complaints at the Welsh Office regarding my complaint about Dafydd. Egdell wites ‘please note that some of the enclosed papers are libellous [an interesting way of describing the most serious aspects of my complaint about Dafydd]. I am sending them to you under confidential cover because you have a legitimate interest in receiving them. We do have to guard ourselves against any allegations that we have ‘published’ libellous material’. Egdell mentions in his letter that he doesn’t know which Medical Officer will be handling the case. Yet in Jan 1988 PM Rees had documented a meeting to ‘discuss’ me as a result of my complaint – to which Prof Robert Owen and Uncle Tom Cobley and all had been invited. Although Rees stated that the meeting took place in Jan 1989…. QUE???

Presumably the ‘libellous material’ concern is why there do not seem to be any official records anywhere of the many complaints from patients about Dafydd’s sexual misconduct. No-one could write them down because it would libelling Dafydd! Which explains why in 1989 Bluglass stated that I described my interactions with Gwynne the lobotomist in ‘highly negative terms’. What I remember saying to Bluglass – and to a number of other people – was that Gwynne had sexually propositioned me, lied about me to discredit me, that Dr DGE Wood told me that I was ‘not allowed to complain’ when I did complain and then yelled at me to ‘drop it or you will find yourself in trouble’.

You didn’t tell me that people were going to try to murder me Wood!

 

I have a copy of an internal memorandum from Tony Francis to Alun Davies dated 29 Nov 1988. It thanks Davies for a letter from Duncan Egdell and states ‘please note that he requests copies [underlined] of the notes rather than the originals. I would be grateful if [my] notes could be kept in the hospital as I may need them for the coming High Court action’.

This memo isn’t signed by Francis, it simply has ‘pp’ and then two initials – a D and another one which looks as though it is a G, an E or a B. It it stamped as being received by Gwynedd Health Authority, 30 Nov 1988.

I have in my possession a letter purporting to be from Alun Davies to Mrs L. Canning, Welsh Office, Cathays Park, Cardiff, dated 1 Dec 1988. [Lesley Canning was Prof Robert Owen’s secretary.] It reads ‘Please find enclosed three copies of the Gwynedd case notes for this lady. will forward my correspondence when photocopying done’. Davies also stated in this letter that he was ascertaining who the Registered Medical Officer was and who the police surgeon was who saw me at Bangor Police Station when Dafydd had me arrested in Dec 1986.

This letter is not signed – despite accompanying the delivery of confidential documents crucial to an investigation.

I also have a copy of a letter purporting to be from Alun Davies to Chief Inspector Parry, Bangor Police Station, dated Dec 1988 – I can’t work out the day, the typing is blurred. Davies says in this letter that he’s been asked by the Chairman of the Inquiry Panel [ie. Prof Robert Owen] to ascertain who the police surgeon was.

The letter is not signed. Which seems a little odd for an NHS official writing to a Chief Inspector regarding an Inquiry after a patient alleged serious criminality on the part of the NHS, the social services and the police.

I have a copy of a letter to Alun Davies from ‘Superintendent for Chief Superintendent’ – signed by what looks like someone called Edwards or it might be Rowlands – dated 12 Dec 1988. it makes reference to ‘your letter of 7 December 1988 regarding the above named and her complaint to Clwyd Health Authority’. The letter informs Davies that Dr K Shah was the police surgeon who attended Bangor Police Station after Dafydd ordered that I be arrested in Dec 1986 and that Ann Williams was the social worker. The letter is signed and stamped as received by Gwynedd Health Authority, Ysbyty Gwynedd, on 18 Dec 1988. The letter bears the address of the North Wales Police Divisional HQ at Maesincla, Caernarfon and is marked with ‘ref TJE/CVD’.

I have a copy of an internal memorandum from PM Rees but signed by ‘SA Phillips for PM Rees’ [which will be Sandra Phillips, who rose to high office as a corrupt NHS manager in the mental health services in north Wales]. Alun Davies’s name appears at the top of the document., which is dated 15 Dec [no year]. It states ‘I refer to my memorandum of the 21 Nov 1988. I understand that Dr Francis has no objection to disclosure of [my] case notes to the Independent Professional Review being held in Clwyd and I should be grateful therefore if you could let me have two copies as soon as possible’. There is a reference to the ‘last letter’ that they had received from me, in which I had the temerity to dispute that Dafydd was my doctor. I did indeed do this. At no point did I ever ask to see Dafydd. In the autumn of 1986 I was unlawfully detained at Ysbyty Gwynedd and the Angel in charge of the ward Bridget Lloyd refused to let me go until I’d spent 20 mins alone in a room with Dafydd. Dafydd tried to talk to me about sex, I refused to discuss any such thing with him, asked him what the hell he thought that he was doing, whereupon Dafydd told me that he would only let me go if I agreed to leave the town of Bangor immediately and if I ever returned I’d be arrested. I thought ‘fuck you, you’re the second pervert who’s threatened me during the course of their employment as a psychiatrist, I’m not keeping quiet about this’ – although I did leave Bangor immediately because a few days later I was due to start an MSc at Hammersmith Hospital and I realised that these people were capable of anything. Thus the war began…

From then on Top Doctors constantly told me that Dafydd was my doctor and that I had to be referred back to him – even Top Docs in London. No-one could do anything without speaking to Dafydd first. Because he was ‘my doctor’ who ‘knew all about me’.

 

I have a copy of a document purporting to be a letter from Alun Davies to Prof Robert Owen, Medical Officer for Complaints, Medical Investigation Dept, Welsh Office, Cathays Park, Cardiff, dated 16 Dec 1988. The letter says ‘I enclose two sets of correspondence that we have received from [me]’. The letter also states that ‘Ann Williams of Gwynedd Social Services attended the police station’. This letter was not signed – despite transmitting crucial evidence with regard to an Ombudsman’s investigation.

After Dafydd demanded that I be arrested in Dec 1986, an amazingly pleasant, fair social worker was called by the police and ordered to section me ‘because Dr DA says so’. The social worker refused, had a row with the policeman and left. She was one of the few social workers whom I encountered in north Wales who had an understanding of the law, was not prepared to abuse it and was able to talk to clients. Although this lady was not prepared to break the law that night, everyone else was, which was how I ended up in Denbigh a few hours later (see post ‘Hippocratic Oaf or Hypocritic Oaf’). I spent years trying to trace this social worker. I was told by everyone – including the police and Alun Davies – that there was no record of a social worker visiting me in Bangor Police Station that night. At the hearing in July 1989 Bluglass told me that there was no social worker in the police station that night – he really didn’t know what I was talking about…

I have a copy of a document purporting to be a letter from Alun Davies to PM Rees (general administrator from Ysbyty Gwynedd), dated 20 Dec 1988. It reads ‘I refer to your memorandum of 15 Dec 1988. I confirm that I have already forwarded three copies of [my] case notes to Professor Owen’s office in Cardiff’.  Davies’s letter states that before I was taken to the North Wales Hospital in Dec 1986 by the police on the orders of Dafydd, that Dafydd had seen me in the police cells. He hadn’t – that’s why my detention was unlawful. No-one had provided any evidence that I was ill and sectionable. Bluglass himself in his report compiled in the summer of 1989 admitted that there was no documentary evidence anywhere that Dafydd had seen me before I was taken to Denbigh. So had Bluglass not seen this letter that Davies had sent to Rees months before? If Dafydd had seen me in the cells, where was the documentary evidence?

This letter from Davies to Rees is not signed. Which is surprising in view of the potential legal ramifications of my allegation that Dafydd unlawfully imprisoned me…

I have a copy of a document purporting to be a letter written by Alun Davies, dated 22 Dec 1988. It reads ‘I have been contacted by Professor Owen who has been nominated to Chair a Medical Review Enquiry Panel concerning complaints made by [me]…Professor Owen believes that it would be helpful to have an informal meeting to discuss [me] and I therefore write to invite you to a meeting on Wednesday 4 January 1989 at 2 pm in the Committee Room at Ysbyty Gwynedd. If you are not able to attend another date can be arranged.’ The letter is not signed. A ‘distribution list’ names  Tony Francis, Mrs J Evans [presumably Julie Evans, a particularly noxious social worker who has never met me but felt able to spend many years telling people that I was dangerous and she wouldn’t like to think of her kids living near me. Julie was happy to emphasise this after I began working as a school teacher], Jeff Crowther, Dr DGE Wood, Mr PM Rees.

The letter is not signed.

Wood was invited to the meeting although he was no longer my GP. This was known – on 23 June 1986 Alun Davies sent a memo to a minion of Bernard Rhodes (the General Administrator for Gwyned Health Authority) stating that I had transferred  from Wood’s practice. This memo also mentions that the MDU had become involved in  my ‘case’ – Dr Ian Sanderson was the person at the MDU whom they were communicating with. Sanderson has featured in previous posts on this blog – Sanderson did his best to assist the paedophiles’ friends in their attempts to imprison me, although he knew that they were perjuring themselves. DGE Wood had not been named as part of my complaint, so why he had been invited to the meeting I do not know.

I have a copy of a letter purporting to be from Lesley Canning, Prof Owen’s secretary, based at Crown Buildings, Cathays Park, Cardiff, dated 23 Dec 1988, to Alun Davies, thanking him for the two sets of correspondence concerning me.

I have a copy of a document purporting to be a letter from Debra Lewis, Secretary to Alun Davies, to Professor Robert Owen. It is dated 29 Dec 1988 and is addressed to Owen at his home – ‘Bryn Celyn’, Pwllycrochan Avenue, Colwyn Bay. The letter begins ‘Further to our recent telephone conversation regarding a meeting on Wed 4 Jan 1989 at 2 pm to discuss [me], Dr DGE Wood has contacted me…’ The letter offers contact between Wood and Owen.

The letter is not signed.

 

After Bluglass had given Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends the all clear, Prof Robert Owen wrote to Alun Davies on 2 Aug 1989 to thank him ‘most sincerely’ for the ‘excellent way’ in which he organised the Professional Review. The note claimed to have been dictated by Professor Owen and signed in his absence.

 

In view of the number of errors on these documents, the number of them which are unsigned, even when dealing with allegations of serious misconduct and criminality or when accompanying crucial confidential packages of evidence to the Welsh Office and the number of times that the contents of the letters contradict each other, the only conclusion that I can draw is that some of these documents – if not all of them – are forged. After Bluglass cleared Dafydd and the paedophiles of wrongdoing and declared me to be a dangerous murderous psychopath, within three months there was a serious attempt to declare me insane and have me transferred to a high security hospital – without my knowledge, whilst I was living in London (see post ‘The Night of The (Dr Chris) Hunter). The stakes were very high for Dafydd and the paedophiles at that time because Alison Taylor wouldn’t shut up and Mary Wynch had made legal history in her case against Dafydd and had gained press coverage.

I believe that at some point after the Owen/Bluglass Inquiry, Alun Davies, staff of the Welsh Office and others wrote a stack of letters and pre-dated them, giving the appearance of a paper trail demonstrating that Gwynedd Health Authority had followed all the appropriate procedures in the wake of my complaint. They hadn’t. Upon receiving my complaints, they were ignored. I persisted and was then threatened, unlawfully detained in psych wards, served with High Court injunctions and finally subjected to regular attempts to fit me up and have me sent to a high security hospital or prison.

I believe that when Owen and Bluglass organised their farcical inquiry into my complaints, the documentation from Gwynedd Health Authority had not even been sent to the Welsh Office, although I know that the records from Clwyd had. That lot conducted business entirely by having a word with each other on social occasions or off the record and by lying through their teeth when necessary. I have other documents in my possession which were definitely forged and I caught Top Doctors and the paedophiles’ friends red-handed amending records on a number of occasions – the first person whom I caught bang to rights doing this was Gwynne the lobotomist. The Waterhouse Report contains references to a forged letter found in the possession of Lucille Hughes heaping praise upon two abusers employed as children’s home managers – allegedly written by someone who had complained about being abused by them.  Waterhouse also refers to constant inaccuracies in the records of kids in care in north Wales. Children alleged that they stayed in certain homes and were assaulted by members of staff of which there was no record. Because Waterhouse was Waterhouse he interpreted this as witnesses lying. No they weren’t, the paedophiles’ friends lied constantly and forged documentation.

I was told that there was no record of the social worker Ann Williams visiting me in Bangor Police Station and I was told that no clinical psychologist visited me in Denbigh. He did – it was Nigel Stennet-Cox and I am in possession of a letter in which it is stated that Stennet-Cox is to be told not to speak to me if I contact him and everybody else is to tell me that they don’t know who I’m talking about. On 22 Feb 1988 an Angel called Bob Ingham told me that he was social worker Keith Fearns when he dragged me along a corridor and injured me. The lies and misrepresentation were constant and routine. Alun Davies noted in writing that he was keeping my medical records at his house and the medical records staff at Ysbyty Gwynedd admitted to removing documents from my files. Accepted practice was not followed in any way.

 

Two more anecdotes to illustrate how business was – and still is – conducted in the NHS in north Wales.

I have mentioned a number of times previously how in the late summer of 1987 Brown listened in to a number of phone calls between Dafydd and me. Dafydd tried to threaten me into dropping my complaint about him by saying that he would have me imprisoned in Risley Remand Centre and when that didn’t work he tried to bribe me. Dafydd told me that if I dropped my complaint he would ensure that I was given a place at Liverpool Medical School – he maintained that he was friends with Professor Richard someone or other and all he needed to do was to have a word with the criminal with a Chair at Liverpool. I was so gobsmacked that I just stopped the conversation. Brown heard every word of what Dafydd said in all the phone calls. I made a complaint about Dafydd’s attempts to threaten and bribe me. I was ignored – as ever – so I pressed the point. I was told that I had no evidence and of course Dafydd would never do such a thing. So Brown wrote a letter to Gwynedd Health Authority, in which he stated very clearly what he had heard. We heard nothing in response.

I raised the matter of Dafydd’s bribery and corruption with Bluglass at the Inquiry – two years later. Dafydd told Bluglass that of course he had not tried to bribe me, he had ‘spoken supportively’ to me as he would have to any ‘young person overcoming health problems and hoping for a career’. So which health problems was I overcoming then? Was it the  disturbed personality disorder, the paranoid schizophrenia, the manic depressive insanity or the psychopathy with homicidal capacity? Because according to Dafydd I had the lot. At different times, depending upon what suited Dafydd. Your mate Professor Richard at Liverpool must be a very understanding man Dafydd.

As the war continued and Dafydd geared up for action again in about 1993 and further ludicrous allegations were made about me, Brown and I resurrected the matter of Dafydd’s threats and bribes – which had still never been investigated. I persisted and was told to produce evidence. So Brown wrote another letter. Ian Rickard, at that time the Head of Mental Health Services and Project Manager at the Hergest Unit, told me that he had not received Brown’s letter when I asked why we hadn’t received a response. So Brown wrote another letter.

By 19 May 1995 there had still been no investigation – although I have a letter sent by Alun Davies to Dafydd regarding the matter. Davies asks Dafydd for a response to his previous letter about it of 15 Feb 1995. Davies tells Dafydd that ‘I am sending correspondence to Dr Jeffries in order that he is aware of the complaint and time lapse in not having a response’.

Dr Jeffries was the Medical Director of the Clwydian Community Health Trust and/or Clwyd Health Authority which at that time held Dafydd’s contract.

On 6 Sep 1995 Jeremy Corson, the Medical Director of Gwynedd Community Health Trust, wrote to Dafydd regarding my complaint and Brown’s letter. Corson offered to meet Dafydd to discuss it with him…

On 19 Dec 1995 John Mullen the CEO of the Gwynedd Community Health Trust wrote me a letter denying that Dafydd had threatened or tried to bribe me. Mullen stated that ‘he spoke to you at considerable length in a supportive way as he would have done to other young persons in a similar position hoping to recover from health problems and to proceed with a career’. Presumably Mullen had just looked back at Bluglass’s Report some seven or eight years before and repeated what Dafydd said to Bluglass because Dafydd had ignored all requests to respond to correspondence about the matter. Furthermore Dafydd ‘totally refutes the allegations’ which had been investigated by Bluglass in 1989 anyway. When Brown’s letter was ignored and Dafydd was allowed to trot out horseshit about speaking supportively to me…Silent copies of Mullen’s letter had been sent to a number of people including a Dr J Gilbonthavis or a Dr J Gilboravis of the MDU.

I did remember Dafydd speaking to me at ‘considerable length’. He was on the phone for at least half an hour trying to bribe me. I can remember exactly what Dafydd said before he made the offer of a place at Liverpool Medical School – ‘some of my colleagues would rap me on the knuckles for saying this’. No they wouldn’t Dafydd, you were involved in serious organised crime and every one of them colluded with you after I complained. As for speaking to me at length – when I next spoke to Dafydd after failing to accept the bribe, he went absolutely bananas because I had not withdrawn my complaint. He yelled at me ‘I spent a whole thirty minutes speaking to you the other night’ and then he slammed the phone down.

I wrote back to Mullen saying that there had obviously been no investigation.

On 17 Jan 1996 I received a letter from John Mullen stating that ‘The Trust has done its best to investigate the allegations about the telephone conversation with Dr DA Jones and I don’t feel we can do any more or could add anything to my previous reply’.

There is a copy of one of Brown’s letters about the phone calls – to Ian Rickard, dated 6 Feb 1995 –  in my files. A handwritten unsigned note accompanies it asking ‘What shall we do about Dr Brown’s letter?’ An unsigned handwritten message next to that one says ‘do not reply’.

 

Jeremy Corson is now listed as a Public Health Specialist in Cardiff and also as a partner in Corson Diaz Consulting Ltd, a company on Parc Menai, Bangor. The following testimonial appears on the website of Joseph Lawrence, Chartered Tax Advisors – Accountants:

 ‘I established my business as a Freelance Public Health Consultant in 2001, having completed a 22 year career in the NHS. Peter and Anthony had also decided to establish their own accountancy business in 2001 after a number of years working in North West Wales. I was therefore one of their first new clients. My self employment has involved a range of work within Wales/UK and overseas, particularly in the Caribbean, and Joseph Lawrence have been able to guide me through the requirements for VAT returns and annual accounts. In 2004 I ‘refreshed’ my GP training, and since then have spent half my time as a GP locum, mostly for the Royal Air Force, across the UK and in places like Germany, Cyprus and Naples. This brought further accounting issues that Peter and Anthony have been able to advise on. 5 years ago I moved from Bangor back to Cardiff, but having established our initial professional relationship, we have been able to conduct all our business, such as the annual self assessment tax return, by email and occasional telephone call. This has been especially useful when I have been working overseas when these deadlines have had to be met.”  Dr Jeremy Corson, MBChB FFPHM MRCGP DRCOG Freelance Public Health Consultant & General Practitioner

 

I wonder if Dafydd would like to write a recommendation for his tax advisors and accountants?

 

Another person who knew about the criminality of Dafydd et al was Dr Lyn Williams, the Chief Administrative Medical Officer of the Clwydian Community NHS Trustand/or Clwyd Health Authority. Lyn Williams ‘discussed’ Dafydd’s conduct with Dafydd after Owen and Bluglass’s cover-up. Bluglass’s Report was sent to the Chairman of Clwyd Health Authority – whoever that was, they will have been mates with Mrs Mars-Jones and the rest of the paedophiles’ friends who sat on that Health Authority.

A true insider was Dafydd’s secretary in 1989, Sharon Fraser.

 

Well Lawrence Conway and indeed everybody else – what have you got to say about all this?

 

There will be more accounts of the idiocy and dishonesty of Dafydd, the paedophiles and their friends with reference to my collection of documents after Easter when I return from holiday. I will also explain what happened when the Director of Nursing Services for Gwynedd Community Health Trust, Nerys Owen, did dare challenge one of the paedophiles’ friends regarding his abuse of patients.

I haven’t finished yet paedophiles’ friends…

I saw a newspaper headline a few days ago – ‘Do you know anyone as stupid as Trump?’ Definitely. He’s called Alun Davies. There might have been another one going under the name of Rhodri Morgan as well.

 

For readers’ entertainment, here’s a reminder of the timetable of the Friday Seminars for staff at the Psych Dept at Ysbyty Gwynedd for summer 1988:

24 June – Dr DA Jones was talking about the Assessment and Management of Drugs and Alcohol Abuse.

1 July – Mrs Caroline Bertalot was talking about The Effectiveness of Sex Therapy.

8 July – two videos by ‘Squibb’ were being shown courtesy of Mr Cecil Slater, ‘Observing Tardive Dyskinesia’ and ‘Sharing, Caring’.

15 July – Mr Dave McGhee was giving a talk called ‘Don’t Be Shy, Aspects of Social Anxiety’.

And that lot wondered why the patients took the piss out of them.

 

On 25 Oct 1989 Alun Davies wrote a letter to Mr Don Campbell (Deputy Director of Nursing Services (Arfon) telling Don that Dr Chris Hunter, Director of Forensic Services at Whitchurch Hospital, had agreed to provide a second opinion about me. Hunter is dead now – I never met him. I did not know until a few years ago that he had even provided a second opinion about me or that he had held a whole conference about me at which he took evidence from a number of other paedophiles’ friends who had never met me either. I was living and working in London when Hunter held his conference about me at Garth Angharad, the paedophiles’ prison in north Wales. Hunter concluded that I was ‘extremely dangerous’ and offered to provide a court report on me. I was not facing any charges at the time. But I was arrested within a few months…

Davies’s letter tells Don that Hunter’s meeting about me will take place 8 Nov 1989. On the same letter someone has scrawled an unsigned handwritten extra message to Davies – which suggests that the letter to Don had been sent around the houses and not sent directly from Davies to Don. The message says ‘Alun, John Alcock [or Akok?] WNB education officer is here for our approval (we hope) visit. It is appropriate that Jeff is involved’.

 

The WNB I think is the Welsh National Board. Jeff will have been Jeff Crowther, the psychiatric nursing officer who wasn’t as thick or as mad as his colleagues, but he did know how bloody awful they all were. Jeff was honest enough to admit to me that Dafydd was a ‘corrupt old bastard’. I suspect that Ysbyty Gwynedd was up for a visit to see of it could be deemed suitable to be used as a training centre for psych Angels. Angels were subsequently trained there. Yes, the WNB approved this bunch of lying, perjuring bastards who arrested patients if they complained and forged documents en masse.

‘As a trained mental health nurse I know how to use de-escalation techniques with paranoid patients.’ I kick the shit out of them and then my mates perjure themselves and secure a conviction of assault against them.

 

Cottaging At Castle Gate

Previous posts have discussed Ron Davies – the former Labour MP for Caerphilly, 1983-01, Labour AM for Caerphilly, 1999-03 and Secretary of State for Wales, 1997-98 – and how Blair was just about to confirm that Ron would be First Secretary (First Minister) in the soon to be established National Assembly for Wales when Ron was caught with his trousers down on Clapham Common with a male prostitute called Boogie and had to resign as Secretary of State (see post ‘The Cradle Of Filth’). No-one ever quite got to the bottom of what had happened between Ron and Boogie because Alastair Campbell and Blair micromanaged what was made public about the incident. A number of versions of events were in circulation, including claims that Ron had been discovered starkers, or wearing women’s clothes. It was said that Ron had been mugged – yet Boogie the alleged mugger was interviewed by the police and not charged with any offence.

Rhodri Morgan’s autobiography has quite a lot to say about Ron – Rhodri was a good mate of his. Rhodri claims that Boogie ‘forced’ Ron to go to a cash machine, but kept Ron’s car because Ron forgot his PIN. Rhodri claims that the Boogie business came as a complete shock to him and questioned whether Ron really was someone who would ‘strike up a conversation with a total stranger from the margins of society on the grass verge on the edge of Clapham Common and then agree to go for a meal later that night with the man and his friends’.

Although Rhodri claimed to be completely surprised regarding the Boogie incident, he makes a number of other comments which suggest that he should not have been in the least bit surprised by it.

Rhodri admits that he had heard rumours concerning Ron’s ‘other life’, including information that Ron was frequenting a Turkish bath in Newport. There was rather very much more than a vague rumour about a Turkish bath.

Rhodri tells us that Brian Radford, a journo for ‘The People’, had heard rumours that Ron had driven in a private car up the A 470 and stopped at a public bogs known as a gay meeting place. Furthermore, ‘gay Welsh Tories’ had told Neil Wooding – ‘a prominent gay Welsh Labour figure’ – that Ron was ‘cottaging at Castle Gate’. In the same way that Dafydd Wigley claimed not to know what a paedophile was whilst spending decades as the MP for a constituency in which a paedophile gang operated which was assisted by some members of Wigley’s own party – including Ioan Bowen Rees, one of Wigley’s advisors – who occupied offices just around the corner from Wigley’s constituency office (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’), Rhodri explained in his memoir that he didn’t know what cottaging was when he was first told that Ron was cottaging at Castle Gate.

So how did Rhodri discover what cottaging involved? A ‘Labour activist in Wrexham’ who worked as a medical secretary in Wrexham Maelor Hospital ‘where related issues’ were dealt with, one Lesley Griffiths, enlightened Rhodri. Lesley explained to Rhodri that cottaging was a term for casual sexual encounters between ‘predatory men’ which took place in public bogs. Lesley certainly knew all about it. Accordingly to Lesley, because the police regularly patrolled the bogs which were known to be used for cottaging purposes and shone torches under the doors in order to see if they could count two pairs of feet in a cubicle rather than just one, cottaging men busy in the cubicles would ensure that one of them stood in shopping bags placed on the floor. Thus the police would only spot two feet and some bags of shopping rather than four incriminating feet.

I am certainly impressed with Lesley Griffiths’ knowledge of cottaging. I didn’t know that about the shopping bags until I read Rhodri’s book. Neither did I realise that Lesley Griffiths’ work at Wrexham Maelor involved matters relating to cottaging men – I presumed that she just typed up letters concerning abdominal surgery or some such matter. In 2007, nearly ten years after Ron resigned over his liaison with Boogie, Lesley Griffiths was elected as the AM for Wrexham.

In 2011 Griffiths was promoted to the position of Health Minister and what a bloody wet blanket she was. My post ‘History Repeats Itself, First As Tragedy, Second As Farce’ describes how dismal Griffiths’ performance was and how she ignored correspondence from me regarding the harassment and threats that I was receiving from the paedophiles’ friends employed in the north Wales NHS. Griffiths was in post when I had to flee north west Wales after I received a midnight visitor – who was seen off by my dog – and after cars were driven carelessly in my direction at a high speed on a number of occasions. Then there was the incident when someone who had provided a statement about the harassment of me by senior managers of the NW Wales NHS Trust was threatened by a policeman with a gun. A few days later I was trailed through Cricieth and beyond by the same policeman with a gun…

None of this should surprise us. Whilst Lesley was busy being ‘a Labour activist’ she was a Wrexham Councillor. The Wrexham Councillors – with the noble exception of Malcolm King – completely ignored the activities of the paedophile gang on their doorstep. The victims of that paedophile gang were being taken to local GPs and Wrexham Maelor Hospital with non-accidental injuries that were never investigated. One boy with anal injuries was told that he had ‘piles’.

Lesley – if you knew about the intricacies of cottaging and you worked in a dept in the Maelor which dealt with ‘related matters’, presumably you would have been fully aware that teenaged boys don’t tend to have piles and that piles don’t result in anal injury. Although serious sexual assault does. How was it that you knew about the shopping bags but not about the paedophile ring, whereas I – who have never worked in Wrexham Maelor dealing with cottaging-related matters – knew about the paedophile gang on your patch, but not the shopping bags?

Lesley Griffith grew up near Wrexham and has spent her whole life there. How she missed that paedophile gang or the criminal Top Doctors and social workers who have surrounded her for her entire existence I do not know.

I’m not an aficionado like Lesley, but I knew back in 1984 that cottaging was going on in Bangor and furthermore that the particular brand of cottaging happening in the notorious Garth Road public conveniences did not involve consenting adult Ron Davies’s, but rather the propositioning of boys as young as eight by older men. The problem was so bad that a lady magistrate – I can’t remember her name – spoke about it to the ‘Bangor and Anglesey Mail’. She observed that it was outrageous that this was going on and she even gave a description of ‘the man in a flashy car’ who had been seen loitering around the bogs in question. The lady magistrate was particularly critical of the police whom she maintained were wilfully ignoring what was happening.

The reason why the business of the molesters in Garth Road public toilets being allowed to go about their business unhindered caused such uproar in Bangor was that Garth Road public toilets were situated directly opposite Bangor Police Station (the Police Station in Bangor relocated more recently). The police could have just looked out of their front window if they wanted to keep an eye on Garth Road public toilets.

Considering how serious the problem was, the ‘Bangor and Anglesey Mail’ paid remarkably little attention to it – they reported the concerns of that magistrate and then never returned to the subject. But then the ‘Bangor and Anglesey Mail’ had an interesting choice of articles. There was a vicious paedophile ring associated with serious organised crime operating in the Ty’r Felin children’s home in Bangor but never a word was published about it. There was bugger all coverage of the matter even when the Waterhouse Inquiry was taking place.

What the Bangor and Anglesey did publish however was articles in praise of Dr Dafydd Alun Jones – particularly in 1993-95 when Dafydd had become too embarrassing even for the NHS in north Wales and there was pressure on him to retire, pressure that he was doing all that he could to resist (see post ‘The Evolution Of A Drugs Baron?’). The ‘Bangor and Anglesey Mail’ entertained the patients of the Hergest Unit by repeatedly describing Dafydd as ‘Europe’s leading forensic psychiatrist’. Dafydd was not even a forensic psychiatrist let alone Europe’s leading. The Mail also waxed lyrical about the excellent forward thinking North Wales Hospital Denbigh, which according to Dafydd’s interviews with the journos was ‘unique’. Which I suppose was true, mental health care was and still is near-universally appalling in the UK but as far as I know Denbigh was the only institution with a dungeon for the unlawful imprisonment of the victims of a sex trafficking gang.

When I perused my medical files I discovered that the ‘Bangor and Anglesey Mail’ had an even cosier relationship with Dafydd than I realised. In 1988 a friend of mine who had experienced the joys of Dafydd’s idiocy and pomposity thought that it would be entertaining if we sent a completely mad letter to the ‘Bangor and Anglesey Mail’ under Dafydd’s name, repeating his expressions and his crazy ideas to see if they would publish it. Our letter was remarkably similar to the nonsense that Dafydd came out with when he addressed the Welsh Baptist Union in 1971 and told them that learning Bible verses in Welsh when one is a child can protect against a ‘serious moral collapse’ (see post ‘A Serious Moral Collapse’). We sent the letter off to the Editor but to our disappointment it was not published.

Many years later I found a photocopy of our letter in my medical files. It was attached to a compliments slip from the ‘North Wales Weekly News’ (the larger sister paper of the ‘Bangor and Anglesey Mail’) along with a note saying ‘The attached letter was sent to the Bangor and Anglesey Mail purporting to come from Dr DA Jones. He has asked me to pass it onto you.’ The note was signed ‘Penny Bosworth, reporter’ and Penny had helpfully provided everyone with her phone number – 362747 – should any of the paedophiles’ friends wish to get in touch.

As the comedian Mrs Merton would say, ‘so Penny Bosworth, how did you become so friendly with a man who was running a sex trafficking ring?’

Someone at the Mail obviously did believe that the letter was from Dafydd because it had been prepared for publication – the photocopy showed up the marks that newspaper editors make on pieces before the edition goes off to be printed. I have no idea who on the Mail realised that the letter was too crazy to even be from Dafydd and called in Dafydd’s mate Penny Bosworth.

Our spoof letter was not the only extract from the ‘Bangor and Anglesey Mail’ that turned up in my medical records. In 1996 the mental health services manager for north west Wales, Alun Davies, in collaboration with the paedophiles’ friends at even higher levels in the NHS than him, was well on the way to closing down the day centre at the Hergest Unit. The day centre was the only bit of the mental health services in north west Wales which actually worked and was very popular with the patients. The Arfon Community Mental Health Team were abusive and threatened to assault patients in their own homes, the Top Doctors were all mad and constantly had patients arrested for bizarre and trivial reasons, most of the best staff had left the wards as the Unit had gone further and further downhill at the hands of Alun Davies, but the day centre had a number of friendly, more competent staff and was also a place where a lot of patients who were isolated and living in poverty could meet their friends and socialise.

In true ‘service user involvement’ style, the patients were told that the day centre was ‘under review’ and that they were to be ‘consulted’ about the closure. The patients were horrified to hear of the plans to close the day centre and all voted to keep it open. Because the patients had voted the wrong way, more votes and focus groups were held and the patients were told that the day centre was very bad for them and furthermore that it was ‘old fashioned’. The patients continued to vote in favour of the day centre. Then an auditor was sent in – that was a real scream, because the auditor also came up with the wrong answer. He concluded that the day centre was providing an excellent service.

Then individual interviews were held and patients were directly asked why they insisted upon attending the day centre instead of making appointments to see the Arfon Community Mental Health Team. Patients responded with comments such as ‘because one of them said that he would hit me’ but that wasn’t recorded. Instead it was recorded that patients were ‘misusing’ the NHS by visiting the day centre in order to access the coffee facilities and lunches. That was true for some patients, but what wasn’t recorded was that numerous patients were living in such poverty that they couldn’t afford sufficient food. This was because the Arfon Team and Top Doctors had not told most patients about their entitlement to disability benefits, so many patients were living at sub-benefit levels. The day centre staff knew about this, as did the occupational therapy team – but they were told that helping with benefits advice was not their remit.

It is worth noting here on what grounds the Arfon Team and Top Docs refused to help patients with benefit claims or indeed housing. People were refused help if they ‘had upset people’. I and other patients noticed that the patients who were said to have ‘upset people’ were those who had complained about Dafydd and the paedophiles. As one patient said to me more recently ‘so I upset a gang of paedophiles 20 years ago and now I can’t get the help to which I am legally entitled’.

That was the sum of it. The day centre staff had a policy of supplying biscuits and milk and coffee for the patients because they knew that many of them didn’t have those things at home and I know at least two of the occupational therapists brought in old clothes and bits and pieces from their homes in order to supply patients with basics. Patients were also having their teeth extracted when they had toothache because extractions were cheaper than fillings.

‘Oooh it’s never been this bad in the NHS, it’s Carwyn’s cuts’. No it’s not, it’s the bloody paedophile gang wreaking havoc. Retired nurses from Denbigh had yachts moored off Anglesey and second homes in Florida (see post ‘A Solicitor’s Letter From North East Wales MIND’), Dafydd was reputed to be a millionaire but the patients couldn’t afford food and toothpaste.

Then Alun Davies announced that the free bus travel which most of the patients relied upon to get to the day centre would be withdrawn. So only the four or five financially well off patients with cars and those within walking distance of the day centre could actually get there. Attendance dropped from over 200 during the week to less than 30.

Alun Davies announced that after ‘extensive consultation with the service users’ it was clear that the day centre was ‘under used’ and that it would therefore be closing. Davies then tried to sack one of the occupational therapists who had been bringing old clothes in to help the patients who couldn’t afford clothes.

Before the day centre closed its doors – the day centre was turned into offices, which is what hospitals should be used for of course – I and other patients wrote letters to newspapers, MPs etc.

In my medical records, the copies of the letters that I wrote to the ‘Bangor and Anglesey Mail’ in defence of the day centre are lovingly preserved.

 

After the day centre closed down a number of patients became destitute and others were found dead. So many people died that one of my friends started referring to the National Holocaust Service. Other patients just went off the radar and disappeared.

The attack on the day centre began in about 1995. Just as the demands for an investigation into the possibility that a paedophile ring was at work in north Wales could no longer be ignored. By the time that the Waterhouse Inquiry was underway, support – and indeed basic medical care – was being withdrawn from many mental health patients. Before Ronnie Waterhouse had completed that Report the day centre had closed and en masse destitution and deaths had begun.

After the old fashioned day centre was shut down, there was an increased investment in ‘other community services more appropriate to patients needs’. The Arfon Community Mental Health Team blossomed and there were even more of them employed to threaten patients, have them arrested and refuse to provide any services to patients who had upset people. A room above a disused pub in Caernarfon was opened on a Tuesday as a ‘community facility’ for patients in Gwynedd. The room wasn’t heated and there was no coffee provided, so a farmer’s wife from near Caernarfon – who was appalled at what was happening to patients – volunteered to go in every Tuesday and cook a communal meal.  She provided the ingredients herself. There was transport provided though – a minibus did a journey through the hill villages and picked up the few people who fancied spending a Tuesday in a freezing cold room above the disused pub.

The farmer’s wife told me that one week an old man from Penygroes who was in a very bad way was loaded onto the minibus by the driver. The old man had just put his clothes on over his pyjamas, he hadn’t eaten, washed, shaved etc for days and once he got to the room above the disused pub, he just sat there all day unmoving and also wet himself. The farmer’s wife observed that if that had been one of your relatives you’d have taken them straight to A&E. But no-one did, the minibus driver loaded the old man back onto the bus at the end of the day and took him back to Penygroes. The old man wasn’t at the disused pub the next week – he had been found dead in his house.

When I told Brown about this, Brown observed that the North West Wales NHS Trust operated on the same principle as the Nazis did when they transported people to the concentration camps – they counted the bodies onto the trains and counted them again at the other end but didn’t bother to note if anyone had died during the journey.

Alun Davies might as well have installed a gas chamber for the Hergest patients. Davies told so many bloody lies that no-one would have noticed if he had invited people to go into the showers but something other than water was coming out.

 

It was repeatedly alleged that the North Wales Police colluded with the paedophile gang operating in north Wales. The Chief Constable of North Wales, 1982-94 – David Owen  – flatly refused to co-operate with the first major investigation into the possible existence of a paedophile gang in the region. I have mentioned previously that one of the police officers who was constantly ordered by the mental health services to arrest me was Sgt Tim Evans. I was told by a third party that Sgt Evans made it clear that he thought that the whole situation was farcical and was asking why a hospital full of highly paid consultants were summoning the police on an almost daily basis to ‘deal with’ patients who had simply complained – I was one of the highest profile people in this position. At one point Sgt Evans refused to arrest me and I understand that he told the paedophiles’ friends that I had rights too and he just couldn’t arrest me when I had broken absolutely no law.

In response to Tim Evans refusing to wrongfully arrest me, Dr Tony Francis (Dr X) wrote to Chief Constable David Owen and complained about Tim Evans. Francis stressed that Tim Evans and his colleagues were merely a bunch of uneducated plods but that the Top Doctors were Experts and knew how dangerous I was. Tim subsequently turned up at my place on every occasion after a ludicrous complaint was made about me to haul me off to the police station, although he did apologise for this, explaining that if he did not do it he was going to be disciplined and could be sacked.

Tim Evans undoubtedly knew what the paedophiles’ friends were up to – he had lived opposite Mary Wynch in Caernarfon for a start and he knew what had happened there (see post ‘The Mary Wynch Case – Details’). I presume that he was one of the many police officers who knew how bad the criminality was but it was prevalent at such a high level in the North Wales Police that he was unable to challenge it.

Sgt Evans may well have been right to have been worried. In the summer of 1987 Sgt Morgan of Bangor Police Station stuck his neck out to protect me in the face of the grand plan of Dafydd et al to frame and imprison me for ‘trying to stab a doctor’ (see post ‘Workers Play Time’). Alun Davies bellowed at me that ‘we’ll be making a complaint about him’. A few months later Sgt Morgan was prosecuted for indecently assaulting a teenaged girl in Bangor Police Station and was sacked. That must have been the first time in the history of north Wales that the word of a 14 year old girl under arrest had been taken above that of a police officer. The indecent assault constituted Sgt Morgan putting his hand in the back pocket of the girl’s jeans whilst searching her – interestingly enough Sgt Morgan claimed to be searching for condoms.

Now Sgt Morgan may well have done what he was accused of doing. Sgt Morgan was famously obsessed with sex and did enjoy discussing it with people under arrest. However, Sgt Morgan’s ‘indecent assault’ on the girl occurred at a time when Dafydd was unlawfully imprisoning people who had suffered serious sexual assault in the dungeon at the North Wales Hospital. Why was Sgt Morgan held to account in a way in which no-one else was? Furthermore victims of the paedophile gang were regularly fitted up for serious offences. Interestingly enough, Jeff Crowther, a psychiatric nursing officer at Ysbyty Gwynedd, seemed to know that Sgt Morgan was going to be found guilty before Sgt Morgan’s trial had taken place.

Sgt Morgan seems to be in the same category as John Grant Jones, the former Clerk to the Magistrates in Bangor, who after a career at the heart of the paedophiles and their friends, was prosecuted for fiddling his pension entitlements and was sacked in 2005 and stripped of his OBE. By the time that the Dept of Constitutional Affairs sacked John Grant Jones, he had become the Justices’ Committee Chief Executive.

I remember John Grant Jones very well, he was rather nicer to the defendants in Bangor Magistrates Court than many other people were and he knew that people were being framed by Dafydd et al. Even if he did fiddle his pension, fiddling the pension really does pale into insignificance in comparison to what else was happening in the criminal justice system in north Wales. John Grant Jones was the first person to be stripped of his OBE in north Wales. All the corrupt senior police officers, NHS managers and Top Docs are still in possession of their gongs, even Elfed Roberts who decided that he was going to leave the North Wales Police when it was noticed that he seemed to be very wealthy and leading a gold-plated existence for a policeman. The Elfed whom I was told was known to be ‘corrupt’ back in the 1970s when he was still just a sergeant in Llangefni.

So who was Lord Chancellor – the person who presided over the Dept for Constitutional Affairs – when Jones Grant Jones was stuffed over yet the paedophiles’ friends were allowed to hang onto their jobs and gongs? It was Charlie Falconer.

Spit it out Charlie – what did John Grant Jones know about who that resulted in him being shot at dawn?

 

Chief Constable David Owen was President of the ACPO in 1990. He came from Gwynedd – he was the son of a police sergeant himself – but served with the Metropolitan Police, Lincolnshire Police, the Merseyside and Dorset forces before returning to North Wales.

Michael Argent succeeded David Owen as Chief Constable of North Wales. Argent didn’t refuse to investigate the organised abuse of children in north Wales, but he refused to allow another Chief Constable to oversee the investigation, although by then part of the remit was to investigate the North Wales Police themselves after allegations had been made that police officers were abusing children.

Former Superintendent Gordon Anglesea received the full support of the Police Federation throughout the years that he was accused of abusing children in care and even after he was convicted and imprisoned in 2016. Anglesea died in prison and at the time of his death was planning an appeal. The Police Federation were supporting him and there had been offers from barristers to represent Anglesea free of charge. The Police Federation turned up in force at Anglesea’s funeral to give him a good send off.

There are quite a few references in my medical records to police who were very obviously colluding with wrongdoing on the part of the paedophiles’ friends. There are of course the references to Superintendent Roberts from Bangor Police Station and the ‘deal’ that he had with Dafydd to wrongfully arrest me, unlawfully deliver me to Bryn Golau – the locked ward – at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh where the nurses were instructed not to let me out by Dr Neil Davies. The nurses told Neil Davies that they were very unhappy at being involved with this ‘deal’ because it was illegal, but Neil Davies explained to them that they weren’t guilty because the deal was between Superintendent Roberts and the Top Doctors – all the nurses had to do was to refuse to let me go (see post ‘How I Arrived At Denbigh’).

There are a number of references to a Chief Inspector Parry of Bangor Police Station who seems to have been very accommodating with regard to the paedophiles’ friends in 1988. In 1988 I was living in Surrey and working at the University of Surrey as a member of the cancer research team led by Professor Vincent Marks, who’s brother John Marks was Chairman of the BMA at the time. The shenanigans behind the scenes – including the plagiarism of my work which was then published by Professor Nicola Curtin of Newcastle-Upon-Tyne University Medical School of whom I had never heard until the other day and the involvement of a colleague of Dr Tony Francis’s in a scandal which resulted in a member of a related cancer research team being found dead – are described in my posts ‘Oh Lordy, It’s CR UK’, ‘Reports Of Death Were Greatly Exaggerated’ and ‘Apocalypse Now’.

I was continuing to write to the NHS in north Wales requesting that my complaints should be investigated. I received no replies other than threats to prosecute me on the grounds that I was ‘harassing’ people by my letters and demands that I stop writing to them.

A letter dated 24 Aug 1988 from Dr AH Chadwick of the BMA’s Welsh Office in Cardiff to Dr DJC Davies, the Chief Medical Administrative Officer for Gwynedd Health Authority, refers to their meeting in DJC Davies’s office on 8 July 1988 and expresses ‘extreme concern’ about my ‘antics’. My antics being those letters of complaint which detailed the serious criminality of Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends. Chadwick wrote that ‘today I have been requested by the four BMA consultant psychiatrists for urgent assistance’ and that he has now received ‘further alarming reports’ about me. The ‘four BMA consultant psychiatrists’ are the paedophiles’ friends Tony Francis, his wife Sadie Francis, Dr M. Devakumar and Dafydd.

On 2 Sep 1988 PM Rees, an administrator for Gwynedd Health Authority, wrote to Chadwick, referring to Chadwick’s letter of 24 Aug 1988 to Dr DJC Davies, regarding plans to arrange a meeting between the psychiatrists, the corrupt Welsh Office lawyer Andrew Park, ‘solicitor to the Welsh Health Authorities’ and a representative of the North Wales Police.

On 14 Sept 1988 a letter from PM Rees to Devakumar explained that ‘as requested through the BMA’, a meeting had been arranged with Chief Inspector Parry to discuss me.

A document dated 21/9/88 constitutes the notes made after a meeting at Ysbyty Gwynedd held on 16 Sept 1988 ‘to discuss the action to be taken’ regarding the ‘problems’ posed by me. The usual suspects attended the meeting – a collection of Top Docs, senior Angels and managers who have featured previously on this blog – as did Chief Inspector Parry. Parry confirmed at the meeting that at Bangor Magistrates Court in Nov 1987 I was given a conditional discharge and bound over for a year. That was the result of an attempt by Dafydd to have me prosecuted for assaulting a doctor. It subsequently became clear that I hadn’t assaulted anyone – I had however shouted at a doctor. The doctor concerned had been involved in threatening me and illegally detaining me at Ysbyty Gwynedd earlier that year (see post ‘The Night Of The (Dr Chris) Hunter’) and of course my requests for an investigation had been ignored.  After the assault case collapsed, the paedophiles’ friends had me prosecuted for breach of the peace. Parry explained to the meeting that ‘any threatening behaviour during this period could result in her retrial for the original offence’.

Obviously there had been no ‘threatening behaviour’ from me because I had not been retried.

Another document in my medical records simply entitled ‘Gwynedd Health Authority’ records that Chief Inspector Geoff Lloyd of the North Wales Police attended a meeting about me on 14 Oct 1988 with Andrew Park and usual suspects. A new name joined the usual suspects – Mr G. Palmer, Chief Administrative Nursing Officer. At this meeting Tony Francis informed everyone about the injunction that he had taken out against me, on the basis of him perjuring himself and giving an account of all those assaults which it was later admitted by Andrew Park and Francis’s own lawyers Hempsons that I had not committed. Dafydd told the meeting that he was not prepared to take out an injunction against me. In 1994 Dafydd changed his mind and obtained an injunction in the High Court in Liverpool after discussing his anus in court and the threats made by another person to stick a hand-grenade up his bum, which according to Dafydd was all my fault (see post ‘These Sharks Are Crap As Well’). I will be blogging more about Dafydd and his injunction soon.

Chief Inspector Geoff Lloyd told the meeting that my conditional discharge imposed by Bangor Magistrates would run out on 10 Nov 1988. The note stated that the ‘Malicious Communications Act was coming into force on 29 Sept 1989’ and it was agreed to refer any mail sent by me to after that date to members of staff which contained ‘malicious communications’ to the police with a view to prosecuting me under this legislation.

There was never any attempt to prosecute me under the Malicious Communications Act so presumably my communications weren’t malicious enough. However I am curious about the use of the tense in the letter ie. that the Act ‘was coming into force’. This suggests that the document was written before the Act came into force – but the note claims to be an account of a meeting held AFTER the Act had come into force. There are no signatures on this document and I am wondering if it is yet another document which was not compiled when, or recording what, it claimed. I have a number of such documents in my possession – many of them dated during 1988 or 1989. I believe that they were forged or at the very least were backdated and written long after the date would suggest (see post ‘Possible Discovery Of More Forged Or Amended Documents’). Many of these documents were allegedly written by Alun Davies and were letters to the Welsh Office regarding my complaints. The dates are inconsistent, none of the letters are signed and there are other errors in the letters which suggest that they were written by someone at a much later date to cover the arse of the north Wales NHS. I will be blogging more about them soon.

My medical records contain an internal memo dated 8 Nov 1988 to Alun Davies from Tony Francis complaining that my letters have not been forwarded to the police. Francis demands that this is done and also says that he’s made a statement to the police and forwarded a letter to the administrators to give to the police. The memo states that it was dictated but not signed by Tony Francis.

There is an undated letter from Alun Davies to Chief Inspector Parry saying that Davies is sending Parry a letter that I had written to Dafydd.

My suspicions that there was a great deal of forgery going on are confirmed by a note dated 24 Nov 1988  explaining that Andrew Park has amended an account of a meeting ‘as arranged’. This was not Park redrafting a lawyer’s letter – this was Park making up what happened in a meeting in which the homicidal maniac that was me was being discussed. A meeting attended by a senior police officer. What ever would be wrong with providing a fictitious account of that meeting?

It will have been very clear to Chief Inspectors Parry and Lloyd that in spite of the florid allegations that were made about my ‘antics’ constantly, there was no evidence that I was doing anything other than writing very angry letters detailing criminal activity and asking for an investigation. Furthermore there had been a number of incidents in which the paedophiles’ friends had been demonstrated to have perjured themselves in their attempts to have me charged yet no questions had been asked about them lying to the police. By the time that Parry and Lloyd were attending these meetings about me, Dafydd had been sued by Mary Wynch and the case had been reported in the London-based press and Alison Taylor had blown the whistle on the abuse of children in care in Gwynedd and had been sacked from her job by Dafydd’s mistress Lucille Hughes.

Whilst the Chief Inspectors attended meetings with the paedophiles’ friends, Alun Davies had recorded a conversation with me without my knowledge in which the fat idiot had tried to entrap me, without success. There is a transcript of the call in my files, with Davies asking me ‘ooh what are you planning to do to us then’, obviously hoping I was going to fly off the handle and explain how I would be decapitating and dismembering them all in the near future.

There  are other references to other obliging police officers in my files.

On 13 Oct 1990, Mr D. Hinchcliffe, the general administrator of the North Wales Hospital Denbigh, wrote to the policeman at Denbigh Police Station, Mr Bob Rowlands, about my ‘harassment’ of them all. Mr Hinchcliffe was obviously on good terms with Mr Rowlands because the letter begins ‘Dear Bob’. Mr Hinchliffe mentions a previous letter of his about me which he sent to Bob on 25 Sept 1995, but my files don’t have a copy of that one. I wonder why? Hinchliffe’s letter to Bob was CC’d to Dafydd, D. Griffiths and Janice Davies. D. Griffiths was a general administrator at Clwyd Health Authority who had a solid track record of refusing to reply to my letters detailing the criminal activities of Janice Davies – Dafydd’s Nurse Ratched on Bryn Golau Ward.

 

On 11 Oct 1994 Dafydd wrote to the MDU, 192 Altrincham Road, Sharston, Manchester about me. His refers to his previous letters about me behaving an a ‘menacing and intrusive way’. He accuses me of throwing a rock through a glass door at his house on Anglesey. Not that Dafydd had any evidence at all that I did this. Indeed Dafydd isn’t quite sure when the rock was thrown because he wasn’t actually in his house when it happened. Dafydd explains that he ‘was away’ but ‘two person were sleeping in the house and found the rock and broken glass door in the morning’. Dafydd thinks that the rock was thrown through the door ‘at probably about 3 am’. How the hell did he managed to time if if he wasn’t there and the only two people who were, were slumbering – did one of them at least not wake up when the rock came flying through the door????. Oh – Dafydd had a dog as well, a drug dealer’s dog, a Doberman who tried to attack the police on one occasion. Didn’t the dog bark? As for knowing that it was me who threw the rock – of course he knew that it was, because as Dafydd tells the MDU lawyers Hempsons ‘I can conceive of no other person likely to have done this’.

Dafydd was running a sex trafficking ring who dealt in drugs and child porn, I can conceive of a great many people who might have chucked the rock. If indeed a rock had ever been chucked. Dafydd noticeably provides no evidence whatever – no photos, no statements from the two persons who were sleeping in the house, not a sausage. He did tell the MDU that I was charged with assault on a junior doctor but he forgot to add that the charges were dropped when the junior doctor admitted that I hadn’t assaulted him after all.

Dafydd also says in his letter that a psychiatrist ‘whose name escapes me at the moment but which can be retrieved’ stated that I would ‘very likely end in a secure ward for the criminally insane’.

Yes Dafydd, because you, Tony Francis, Dr Chris Hunter and the rest of the paedophiles’ friends were constantly trying to fit me up after carrying out secret assessments on me which concluded with recommendations that I should be sent to a high security hospital because I was criminally insane…

Dafydd mentions one such incident – ‘I can recall an occasion when forensic psychiatrists attended a conference discussing the possible risks and possible management’. Would that have been the conference held by Dafydd’s mate Dr Chris Hunter – of whom I had never even heard at the time – who held a conference about me after Tony Francis and Dafydd asked him to? A conference that was held without my knowledge in north Wales – whilst I was working in a London medical school. A conference which was attended solely by paedophiles’ friends, many of whom had never met me (see post ‘The Night Of The (Dr Chris) Hunter’).

There is no solid evidence amongst any of this garbage – if the name of the person who made the splendid comments about me ending in a ward for the criminally insane ‘can be retrieved’, why wasn’t it retrieved before Dafydd wrote this letter? Or indeed since?

The name of that particular person wasn’t retrieved, but a whole list of other names was. Dafydd had back up! He told the MDU that they had his permission to approach: Avril Davies, the Mental Health Act Administrator at the Hergest Unit; Alun Davies; Tony and Sadie Francis; Hugh Thomas Pierce; Mrs Janice Glass; DC S.A. Owen ‘who has now become extensively involved in this matter’.

Avril Davies and the Francis’s were paedophiles’ friends. I have no idea who Hugh Thomas Pierce is. Janice Glass was one of Dafydd’s servants at his house, but I’ve never met her. And I did not even know of the existence of DC Owen, although he/she had become ‘extensively involved in this matter’.

I only heard about me throwing a rock through Dafydd’s door at 3 am some time after I’d done it, when a nurse at the Hergest Unit told me what I’d done. Which is just as well – DC Owen or indeed any other police officer hadn’t interviewed me about my crime, so if that helpful nurse hadn’t have let me known that I’d been over at Dafydd’s in the small hours chucking rocks through his door, I’d have been blissfully unaware of my crimes.

Dafydd worked as an expert medical witness. This is a man who had people banged up in Ashworth and Broadmoor for the rest of their lives on the basis of his ‘evidence’.

Much more recently in 2009 DC Steve Power was involved in yet another attempt to frame me on the part of the North West Wales NHS Trust – after a previous attempt had fallen apart (see post ‘After The Attempt To Frame Me…’). When my lawyer had Steve bang to rights in the police station, Steve announced that he would be taking this matter no further because he was retiring in a matter of days. I recognised Steve Power when he interviewed me in 2009. I had met him about four years previously, after I made a complaint to the police about being assaulted by staff in the Hergest Unit. I was locked in a room and prevented from reporting the assault when it happened, so after I got out of the Hergest Unit I wrote to the North Wales Police. I received a letter back with an appointment to discuss the matter at Caernafon Police Station. I turned up for the appointment only to be told by the police officer on duty that ‘another matter’ had arisen, so he was unable to see me. He told me that he would send me another appointment. I never heard another word. The officer was DC Steve Power.

 

Alison Taylor the social worker who blew the whistle on the abuse of the children in care in north Wales had a great deal of trouble with the North Wales Police. The two North Wales Police officers who’s names are usually heard in relation to the investigations into the abuse of children in care after Alison blew the whistle are Detective Superintendent Peter Ackerley and Detective Chief Superintendent Gwynne Owen. Alison’s concerns were rubbished and she was accused of fabricating multiple abuse allegations, including allegations against former Superintendent Gordon Anglesea and manipulating children into making false accusations.

I too was accused of ‘manipulating’ and ‘encouraging’ people to complain about Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends. It never seemed to occur to the paedophiles’ friends that their conduct was so dreadful that when it was witnessed by people other than kids in care or psych patients – who had become very used to being routinely abused – people were horrified. They didn’t need to be ‘encouraged’ or ‘manipulated’ by me to complain.

The conduct of the North Wales Police over many years left a great deal to be desired.

I have found out that former Detective Constable Jo Bott was interviewed during the 1991-93 investigation into child abuse in north Wales. Bott repeatedly took refuge by answering ‘no comment’. Well there’s a turn up for the books – because when I witnessed Jo in action in 1993 when she was a key mover and shaker in false accusations that a new father was a danger to his baby whilst two people who had sexually and physically abused children were afforded full protection by Bott, Bott had a great deal to say. In fact Jo was ever so friendly and chatty as she extracted information from a new parent who trusted her. When Jo returned to see that man a few weeks later, having used the information that he provided about the abuse of at least FOUR children to protect the abusers and frame an innocent person, Jo still had a bit more to say – only this time, what she had to say was rather unpleasant and threatening as opposed to friendly and chatty (see post ‘It’s All About Protecting Children’).

Come on Jo, tell us what you know about who had it in for the other completely innocent and good father involved in it all as well, Martin – who was found dead at a most convenient time for you and the paedophiles’ friends…

The 1991-93 North Wales Police investigation into child abuse recommended that Gordon Anglesea should be prosecuted. Not only was he not prosecuted until many, many years later, but this information was concealed. It only became public in 1997 when Gerard Elias QC revealed it at the Waterhouse Inquiry.

It is thought that the Police Federation backed Gordon Anglesea’s libel case against HTV Wales, Private Eye, The Indie on Sunday and The Observer, which Anglesea won in 1994 (see posts ‘Y Gwir Yn Erbyn Y Byd’ and ‘Y Gwir Yn Erbyn Y Byd – A Few Additional Comments’). North Wales Police officers attended Anglesea’s libel hearing and they knew that information was being witheld ie. that there had been a recommendation that Anglesea should be prosecuted.

 

In 2005 the ‘investigative journalist’ Richard Webster published a book called ‘The Secret of Bryn Estyn’. Webster’s book was principally a vehicle for trashing the reputation of Alison Taylor. His theory was that the secret of Bryn Estyn was that there was no serious abuse there, that it was just another bog standard mediocre children’s home.

I cannot understand why Webster ever took an interest in Bryn Estyn. He had no connections with Wales and when he planned and wrote the book he was based in Suffolk. He contacted people in north Wales telling them that he was writing a book on institutional child abuse in 1996 but BEFORE the Waterhouse Inquiry was announced.

Webster’s volume is substantial, but it is clear to anyone from north Wales that Webster either had no idea of what was going on or that for some reason he had been sent to assist the paedophiles’ friends. No-one could have lived in north Wales for any length of time over the last few decades and not have noticed that the health and welfare services were and still are truly dreadful. This escaped Webster. He also concluded that Lucille Hughes paying a special visit in person to interview a kid who had alleged that he had been abused was a sign of Lucille’s concern and conscientiousness. This was Lucille bloody Hughes – she probably went out to see the boy to threaten him at gun point, Lucille was not a nice person.

No-one seems to know who funded Webster whilst he ‘researched’ and wrote his book. He made many visits to north Wales and stayed there for substantial lengths of time. Furthermore Webster enjoyed a very cosy relationship with certain people in the North Wales Police.

Some two weeks after the publication of the Waterhouse Report in 2000, Richard Webster wrote an article for the ‘New Statesman’ entitled ‘Can A Whistleblower Be Wrong?’. This was an attack on Alison Taylor where she was accused again of making it all up and getting the kids to make it all up as well. In order to write the article, Webster had gained possession of confidential police documents, including witness statements. He had interviewed Peter Ackerley at length on at least one occasion, although this was denied by Diane Kaiser, the solicitor for the North Wales Police – documentation subsequently demonstrated that Webster had interviewed Ackerley. Webster also used the statements that Gwynne Owen – another person who trashed Alison – made to the CPS for the NS article.

The ‘New Statesman’ had a shock when in 2001 Alison sued them for defamation. I think that Alison represented herself. The NS admitted in court that they published Webster’s article on the assumption that Alison could not afford to sue them. The publisher of the NS at the time of the article was Peter Wilby and it was owned by Geoffrey Robinson. The NS instructed Bindman and Partners to act for them and Adam Speker QC was Counsel. Bindman and Partners had represented Peter Howarth at the Waterhouse Inquiry. Howarth was one of the prime organisers of the paedophile ring in north Wales and was jailed for numerous sex offences against the boys in Bryn Estyn.

In 2002 the NS and Webster fell out. The NS severed his representation on the grounds of the irreconcilable differences between them and Webster because of his refusal to settle the case. The NS subsequently settled with Alison in Dec 2002 and she withdrew her case against Webster. Webster protested about the publication of a settlement notice – he was represented (it was suspected pro bono) by Adrienne Page QC. Page is the cohabitee of Adam Speker and a colleague of Cherie Booth. Justice David Eady presided over the hearing, despite Eady having had previous dealings with Webster.

Page and Speker continued their links with Webster and they provided legal advice for ‘The Secret of Bryn Estyn’. The book was launched at a party in the Commons organised by Claire Curtis-Thomas, the then Labour MP for Crosby. Curtis-Thomas is associated with Dr Death’s mate Shirley Williams and she also has close links to the Westminster Paedophile Ring hot spots of south Wales and Cheshire. Webster published the book himself – and later self-published a paperback version.

Webster died in 2011 but his website – which is yet another vehicle for trashing Alison Taylor – is still online and is obviously being maintained by someone.

Someone must have been behind Webster. He seems to have had only one principle aim – to discredit Alison Taylor in any way that he could. His was an expensive project and somebody footed the bill.

Geoffrey Robinson, the owner of the ‘New Statesman’ when it launched Webster’s attack on Alison, has been the Labour MP for Coventry North West since 1976. Robinson was Blair’s Paymaster General, 1997-98 – he resigned after lending all that dosh to Mandy…Robinson’s personal fortune is estimated at approx £30 million. Robinson owns a number of homes even grander than the one that Mandy purchased with the dosh that was lent to him by Robinson, including one in Tuscany at which the Blairs took one of their famous holidays courtesy of their very rich friends.

 

To return to Ron Davies.

Rhodri Morgan explains that Neil Wooding passed the warning about Ron cottaging at the Castle Gate to Val Feld, ‘a big cheese in the Swansea Labour movement’ and a close friend of Julie, Rhodri’s wife. So Val Feld told Julie.

Val Feld was a woman from a privileged family in Caernarfon who knew all about the abuse of vulnerable people in Wales and I bet that she knew about Ron before Neil Wooding said anything to her. Val founded Shelter Cymru and was the Director of the EOC (Equal Opportunities Commission) for Wales, 1989-99. She was the AM for Swansea East, 1999-01. Val was a mate of paedophiles’ friend Jane Hutt and just a few weeks ago Hutt had a plaque placed on the wall of the Senedd in tribute to Val who kept quiet about so much. For details of what Val ignored, see post ‘Reports Of Death Were Greatly Exaggerated’.

 

Neil Wooding, the man who sent up the flare regarding Ron Davies, is Director of Strategic Planning Performance and Capability at the Office for National Statistics. Neil is an old lag from the Welsh Gov’t. He was Director, Pubic Service Management Wales, 

Not only did Rhodri claim not to know what cottaging was, but Rhodri also experienced confusion over Castle Gate, the site of Ron’s cottaging. Rhodri explains in his book that he presumed that ‘Castle Gate’ was the name of some dive of a pub where Ron had been entertaining himself. Then someone told Rhodri that Ron had been cottaging at Castle Gate in Cardiff – the entrance to Cardiff Castle. Which was approx 100 yards from Rhodri’s constituency office in Transport House.

Rhodri was nearly as close to Ron’s preferred cottaging territory as the Bangor Police were to Garth Road public toilets.

Rhodri wonders in his book whether Blair ‘knew about’ Ron. It is highly probable that he did because Blair specialised in promoting paedophiles’ friends to high office, particularly the Lords. However Rhodri does confirm that ‘MI5 didn’t know’ because of Ron’s ‘astonishing ability to cover his tracks’.

Cottaging at the entrance to Cardiff Castle hardly demonstrates an astonishing ability to cover one’s tracks. Rather it demonstrates complete confidence that everyone knows what you are doing and that no-one is going to blow the gaffe. Of course MI5 knew, they were probably the strangers who were meeting Ron at the Castle Gate for sex. Why does Ron think that the encounter with Boogie ended in disaster just as Blair was about to ensure that Ron became Wales’s FM?

Rhodri notes that Ron was good mates with Nick Brown. Nick Brown has been the Labour MP for Newcastle-Upon-Tyne East since 1983. Nick’s CV ticks numerous boxes which suggests that he has known about the paedophiles and their friends for decades (see post ‘News From Sicily’).

Shortly after Ron Davies had his moment of madness with Boogie, Nick – who was the Minister of Agriculture at the time – became embroiled in some sort of scandal involving a rent boy. Blair’s autobiography ‘A Journey’ admits that Alastair Campbell successfully re-packaged the incident as a good-news story about Brown coming out as gay because Blair was crapping himself at the idea of the Gov’t being hit by two sex scandals in such close succession.

According to journalist Tom Bower, Nick Brown ‘was accused of paying £100 to rent boys to be kicked around a room, and admitted his sexuality’.

‘Private Eye’ recently reported that Nick Brown is suing Bower over a particular sentence in Bower’s book ‘Broken Vows’ -not even a sentence that I would have thought was particularly incriminating. Brown’s barrister is Adrienne Paige QC! Paige was one of the junior barristers who worked with the crooked barrister George Carman on libel cases (No Ordinary Methods’). Carman knew about the north Wales/Cheshire paedophile gang and its link to the Westminster Paedophile Ring. Blair was a junior barrister in Carman’s team and Carman was also the head of Cherie’s chambers.

 

Although Ron was a Master of Disguise with a Cunning Plan who excelled in covering his tracks by having casual sex with male strangers in central Cardiff at one of the city’s most popular tourist attractions, Ron was gregarious and socialised with many people who of course all had no idea at all of his ‘other life’. The other life that was a constant source of gossip.

Rhodri was such a good mate of Ron that Rhodri was the campaign manager behind Ron’s efforts to become what Rhodri called ‘Top Taff’ in the Shadow Cabinet. Ron became Top Taff in 21 Oct 1993 when John Smith appointed him Shadow Secretary of State for Wales. Ron remained as Top Taff after John Smith’s death, throughout Margaret Beckett’s position as Acting Leader of the Labour Party and continued in the role once Blair ascended the throne.

Whilst Rhodri was busy negotiating Ron’s future as Top Taff, I was subjected to constant attempts by the paedophiles’ friends in north Wales to construct me as a dangerous offender and imprison me. Attempts which continued with increased vigour after Ron had become Top Taff because by then people just would not stop alleging that a paedophile ring was in operation in north Wales which was being concealed at the highest levels of society because of its links to Westminster and Whitehall and its connections to paedophile rings in other parts of the UK.

Ron’s Chief Political Advisor and spin doctor was Rhodri’s next door neighbour, Huw. Huw was married to Julia, who had been Rhodri’s secretary since shortly after he was first elected to the Commons in 1987. After Ron resigned as Secretary of State in Oct 1998, he hid from the media by staying at Huw and Julia’s place. Nick Horton, the chief political reporter of the ‘Western Mail’, turned up at Rhodri’s house in search of Ron because he’d been told that Ron was there. Rhodri was so relieved that Horton never guessed that Ron was next door – no-one knew that Ron was in there because Huw and Julia drew the curtains for the whole weeks whilst Ron laid low. House of Ron’s adviser and spin doctor goes into lock-down for a week with all curtains drawn whilst Ron is rumoured to be kipping at Rhodri’s next door? Of course no-one guessed – the fact that no-one published Ron’s whereabouts was completely unrelated to everyone having egg on their faces after keeping schtum about Ron for years.

Something went a bit sour after Ron’s resignation though. Rhodri makes reference to strained relationships and Julia resigning as Rhodri’s secretary…

 

In previous happier times, at Welsh night during the 1996 Labour Party Conference, the Welsh Affairs team all dined together – Rhodri, Ron and Win Griffiths.

Win Griffiths is a former teacher who was Labour MEP for South Wales,  1979-89 and Labour MP for Bridgend 1987-05. Griffiths was a junior Minister in the Welsh Office, 1997-98 reshuffle. After leaving Gov’t Griffiths Chaired the Welsh Grand Committee. He retired from Parliament in 2005.

After retiring Griffiths was Chair of Bro Morgannwg NHS Trust for eight years, a Trust which was in the usual troubled dysfunctional state for an NHS body. In 2012 Lesley Griffiths praised Win for his ‘dedication’ to Bro Morgannwg. Not sure that is much of an endorsement Win. Lesley also named Win’s successor as Chairman – it was Andrew Davies, the former AM for Swansea West and bedfellow of Meri Huws, who previously faced allegations that his Ugandan discussions with Meri had been responsible for Meri landing the job as Chair of the Welsh Language Board (see post ‘People With Energy’).

As for Win, he then moved on to become Chair of WCVA – so he’s the one who is overseeing the waste of public funds and the activities of the paedophiles’ friends that is the Third sector in Wales.

 

Pre-devolution, Ron was big pals – and dined regularly – with Dafydd Wigley and Richard Livsey, as a group of ‘pro-devolution leaders’. Rhodri comments that Ron provided ‘really good leadership’ to this group.

Richard Livsey was the Lib Dem MP for Brecon and Radnorshire, 1985-92 and 1997-01 and was Leader of the Welsh Lib Dems, 1997-01. Livsey was an agriculturalist who after his death was described by everyone as a ‘gentleman’. His time in the Liberal Party stretched back to 1960 and he tried for a seat in the Commons in 1970 and in 1979. Livsey will have known about Jeremy Thorpe and Cyril Smith.

Livsey was close friends with Geraint Howells – Howells was his mentor. Geraint Howells was one of those who signed the Early Day Motion in 1992 demanding an investigation into the case of Mary Wynch. Like everybody else who signed that EDM – except for David Bellotti – Howells then never mentioned Mary again and received a peerage. The only one of those who’s name was on the EDM who did not bag a peerage was David Bellotti who tabled the EDM. David Bellotti lost his seat soon after tabling the EDM and was never returned to Parliament. Geraint lost his seat too, unexpectedly, as a result of a very dirty deal on the part of Plaid and the Green Party, but he escaped to the Upper House (see post ‘A Few Of The Relevant Politicians Re Mary Wynch’s Case’).

When Livsey stood down as Leader of the Welsh Lib Dems in 2001 – after the Waterhouse Report had been published and difficult questions had been, temporarily at least, silenced, Livsey was given a peerage.

 

Ron Davies also had an ‘excellent working relationship’ with Rachel Lomax, the Permanent Secretary at the Welsh Office, 1996-99. Rachel Lomax oversaw the setting up of the Welsh Assembly. She arrived in the Welsh Office just in time for the establishment of the Waterhouse Inquiry as well.

William Hague – the Secretary of State for Wales at the time – must have really wanted Rachel because she was an economist who was recalled to the Welsh Office from the World Bank, where she was a Vice-President and Chief of Staff to President of the World Bank.

Lomax went to Cheltenham Ladies College, then Girton College, Cambridge and then to the LSE. After she left the LSE in 1968 she joined the Treasury. She was Principal Private Secretary to Nigel Lawson, 1985-86, whilst Lawson was Chancellor, then a Deputy Secretary at the Treasury, then Deputy Chief Economic Advisor, 1990-94. In 1994-95 Lomax was head of the Economic and Domestic Secretariat at the Cabinet Office.

Rachel has certain been where the action is. Sir Peter Morrison was Lord Commissioner of the Treasury, 1979-81, so she’ll have known him and like everyone else who worked with him will have heard about him molesting children in care in north Wales, Cheshire and London. It was while Sir Peter Morrison was Lord Commissioner of the Treasury that Dafydd unlawfully had Mary Wynch arrested, imprisoned in Risley Remand Centre and then unlawfully imprisoned for a year in Denbigh. Rachel Lomax touched Mary Wynch’s life again in 1994. In 1994 it was the Treasury solicitor who finally ruined Mary (see post ‘The Mary Wynch Case – Details’).

Mary was far too old for Peter Morrison to have been interested in her and she was female anyway, but as well as knowing that at least one person had almost certainly been murdered whilst in the care of one of Dafydd’s nursing homes and that a group of local lawyers were collaborating together to fleece their clients, Mary also witnessed the preparation of young patients in the North Wales Hospital for their futures in the sex industry. Dafydd had given instructions that the patients on the young people’s ward should be encouraged to have sex with each other and the Angels would gather around to watch the show.

By the time that Rachel Lomax had arrived at the Welsh Office to organise the cover-up, Peter Morrison was safely dead and buried.

 

Rhodri’s book explains a rather dodgy deal that Rachel facilitated for Ron in 1998. The HQ of the interim Assembly was located at Crickhowell House in Cardiff. The rent on Crickhowell House was kept low provided that the future Assembly committed to a new HQ on the adjoining site. The landlord of the whole area was the ABP (Associated British Ports) property subsidiary Grosvenor Waterside. The ABP could then recover their loss on the low rent through the enhanced capital values on the land surrounding the new Assembly building. Rhodri thought that it was most unsavoury that such a corrupt deal underpinned the building housing the Assembly from the very beginning. For details of the other massive scams involving ABP and the development of Cardiff Bay, see post ‘Corruption Bay Special’).

Honest Rhodri never wanted the Assembly to be located in Cardiff Bay anyway – he wanted it to be in Cardiff City Hall, next to Cathays Park where the civil servants worked. The corrupt civil servants, who had spent decades concealing the criminality involving Dafydd and the paedophiles. Numerous documents among those detailing the criminality and cover-ups in my possession have the Cathays Park Welsh Office address on them, including some of those that I am fairly sure are forged (see post ‘Possible Discovery Of More Forged Or Amended Documents’). I will be blogging more about those documents soon.

Rhodri himself had an office in Cathays Park as well and it was the traditional home of the Secretary of State for Wales. Rhodri explains that it was really great working in Cathays Park because everybody was there and you could just pop along to see whoever you needed to. That’s right Rhodri, the office of the corrupt Medical Ombudsman was there, as was the office of the corrupt Welsh Office lawyer Andrew Park, then in later years the corrupt Public Services Ombudsman and of course the corrupt Social Services Inspectorate was there as well. Just to tie everything up nicely, the office of the corrupt Mental Health Tribunal was also situated in Cathays Park. Everything conveniently located on one site!

 

Not only did the corrupt Secretaries of State have an office in Cathays Park, but they even had an apartment there, so they could live on campus among the crooks. The apartment was originally created from a few offices for the use of Nicholas Edwards and his wife Ankaret. Old Nick and his wife made good use of the flat between 1979-87, as did Peter Walker (1987-90) and David Hunt (1990-93) and (1995). However John Redwood (1993-95) didn’t use the flat, he insisted on returning to his place in Wokingham to sleep.

No wonder there was havoc in Wales whilst Redwood was Secretary of State and everyone was desperate to see the back of him – him not living above the shop must have profoundly disrupted the smooth operation of the corrupt machine. On the other hand I’m sure that David Hunt, the man who assisted with so much of the most serious wrongdoing of the paedophiles’ friends during his long and glorious career (see post ‘The Paedophiles’ Friend Of Cardiff North’) found that flat very useful for the days between 26 June 1995-5 July 1995, when Hunt returned to his old job as Secretary of State for Wales in what must have been for the shortest length of time that anyone has ever occupied a senior Gov’t position. It was during those heady risk-laden days when the knotty problem of the ‘retirement’ of Dafydd – a retirement which never was – and the ‘closure’ of the North Wales Hospital took place. Not that the North Wales Hospital did close, although everyone was told that it did. Part of it stayed open in secret.

Get digging out there at Denbigh, I know that old Hunt will have pushed the boat out in the summer of 1995 and probably got hardly any sleep at all what with all those civil servants running in and out of his flat screaming ‘but how are we going to explain the human remains if we close the bloody place down and someone turns it into luxury apartments???’, but Hunt deserves to be exposed before he joins the rest of the paedophiles’ friends who are dropping dead on an almost daily basis…

 

Rachel Lomax was one of those who scarpered after Ron’s downfall at the hands of Boogie – she resigned from her post as the Welsh Office and in Dec 1998 took up the role of Permanent Secretary at the DHSS. Rhodri observed that just before Ron hit disaster Rachel Lomax had purchased a new house for herself in the Vale of Glamorgan and such was Lomax’s loyalty to her home nation that she kept her home in the Vale of Glamorgan.

Lomax left the DHSS/DWP in 2002 and then served as Permanent Secretary at the  Dept of Transport, having moved there with her Secretary of State Alistair Darling when Blair reshuffled his Cabinet following the resignation of the Secretary of State for Transport Stephen Byers, he who subsequently described himself as a ‘cab for hire’ in a lobbying scandal and was banned from Parliament for two years (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part IV’).

From 2003-08 Lomax was a Deputy Governor at the Bank of England, serving on its Monetary Policy Committee. She left just before the collapse of Lehman Brothers in 2008 to ‘pursue other interests’. In Dec 2008, Lomax became an independent non-executive Director of HSBC Holdings, where she was also a member of the audit and risk committees. In Dec 2010 Lomax joined BAA (now Heathrow Airport Holdings) as a non-executive Director. Rachel is also a non-executive director of Serco and a trustee of Imperial College London (see post ‘I Don’t Believe It!’ for the details of the research fraud and misconduct on the part of those who have worked or are still working at Imperial) and has served as President of the Institute of Fiscal Studies.

 

There is another person who could tell us all a great deal about Ron and a lot of other people as well but he seems to have kept a very discreet silence – a man called Les who is a former Cardiff taxi driver. After ferrying the general public around Cardiff, Les worked as the official driver for that very good friend of the paedophiles of north Wales Lord Wyn Roberts, then as the official driver for Ron and then as the official driver for Rhodri. Les could give us the best anecdote ever in terms of who he had in the back of the cab…

Lest anyone think that I have a problem with Ron and others mentioned on this blog because they are gay and I am conflating gay men with child abusers, I don’t and I’m not. The problem that I have tried to highlight on this blog is that a number of the people discussed have used prostitutes – male and female – who were coerced into that business whilst they were kids in care and to coerce them into sex work those kids were subjected to very great cruelty at the hands of serious criminals. If sex workers are consenting adults who have not been coerced into that work I don’t consider what they are doing or who their customers are to be anyone else’s business. Despite some of the scare stories, the best research into sex work has shown that there is a contingent of prostitutes who are adults with agency, fully in control and who conduct business discreetly and safely. Many of them have actually worked as nurses and furthermore prostitution among nurses is a good deal more common than anyone likes to admit. Sadly there are also people who have been forced into prostitution – ironically by the sort of nurses who worked for Dafydd – and who most definitely need protecting and rescuing.

The people discussed on this blog do not have track records of being honest and transparent and they all try to portray themselves as having only ever conducted relationships with consenting adults, even when that most definitely is not true. Ron may have become notorious for cottaging at the Castle Gate or for picking up Boogie on Clapham Common, but before he became an MP Ron was an advisor for Mid-Glamorgan Education Authority whilst everybody in Mid-Glamorgan Education Authority ignored serious complaints about drama teacher John Owen sexually abusing his pupils (see post ‘Yet More Inglorious Bastards’).

In north Wales there was a Mafia code of silence regarding the activities of the paedophile gang – partly because some people were terrified of them but partly because everybody was covering the arses of their friends and relatives and that technique was also used to secure themselves jobs, promotions and, in later life, pensions.

Consider just this alone. Ron worked as a tutor-organiser for the WEA, taking over from Neil Kinnock in 1970 when the Windbag was elected to Parliament. Rhodri Morgan also worked for the WEA in south Wales, 1963-65. When they were young, Rhodri and the Windbag shared a house. Rhodri and the Windbag spent many enjoyable years campaigning together. Wayne David, who succeeded Ron as Labour MP for Caerphilly, also worked for the WEA in south Wales, starting in that role in 1985. Like Ron, Wayne was a teacher who trained at Cardiff University. I could continue…

Were any of this lot, a bunch of not very bright people who scraped their way into universities – usually in south Wales – and somewhere along the way developed a massive sense of entitlement and fancied themselves as Cabinet Ministers or even PMs, ever going to grass each other up? They saw the way that many other people in Wales lived and that was certainly not for them. No matter how many of them banged on about the forefathers going down the pit, most of them had never got their hands dirty themselves. Glenys Kinnock has never been near a pit in her life, she lives a millionaire’s life between London and Europe and her daughter-in-law is PM of Denmark. Pretty good for a school teacher from Holyhead whose home town suffers from severe disadvantage and was host to a paedophile gang. Never mind the Castle Gate, Ron Davies could probably have gone cottaging in the middle of John Lewis’s in Cardiff on a Saturday afternoon and no-one would have said a word.

Alun Davies, the corrupt NHS manager in north Wales who constantly tried to have me imprisoned, didn’t come from north Wales. Davies was from the Rhondda…

Ron’s wife – now ex-wife – Christina Rees, the Labour MP for Neath, is a barrister. Her wiki entry is incredibly brief and talks about her school days and love of sport.

‘We didn’t know.’

After Ron fell from grace on Clapham Common a few people from south Wales who didn’t have ambitions to become PM but who didn’t dare identify themselves in the press, admitted that they did know, that indeed ‘everyone knew’ about Ron and furthermore that he was a vindictive aggressive bastard whom a lot of people didn’t dare cross.

Ron resigned as Secretary of State for Wales after Boogie, but he didn’t resign as an MP. In fact Ron put up quite a fight. His first strategy was to make a speech in the House about the violence that he had suffered at the hands of his father as a child. Which is sad but Ron is by no means alone in having had that happen to him. This was followed by Ron coming out as bisexual. Then Ron claimed to have some interesting psychiatric problem which involved him seeking out ‘risky situations’ – for which he was of course ‘receiving help’.

If Ron was paying good money to attend Dafydd’s sex therapy clinic it wasn’t very effective because in 2003 Ron was caught in another risky situation in a well known cruising and dogging spot. Ron’s story was that he was looking for badgers.

At no point did Ron simply say ‘I’m gay, now sod off because it’s no-one else’s business but mine’.

It was after he was photographed looking for badgers that Ron stepped down as MP for Caerphilly. However, Rhodri’s book explains that Ron did not go quietly.

It was the Chairman of the Party, Brian Curtis, who was left to ensure that the Labour Party divested itself of Ron by persuading Ron to pull out of the candidacy for Caerphilly before the 2003 General Election election. Ron had recently bought an expensive house on a mortgage and he refused to stand down unless his PPI to cover his mortgage payments could be activated. Rhodri states that  Jessica Morden, the General Secretary of the Labour Party, was ‘unhappy’ about providing the letter of cover to Ron’s bank – Ron needed a letter saying that he’d been forced to resign his candidacy to prevent accusations from the bank that he’d voluntarily left his job. Ron only stood down once he knew that the insurance on his mortgage was secured.

Rhodri tells us that ‘Jessica did what she had to do because it was absolutely necessary in the reputational interest of the Labour Party’.

Rhodri believing that this was sufficient to save the reputation of the Labour Party reminds me of a document that the former Chair of the North West Wales NHS Trust Elfed Roberts wrote when he got wind of Edwina Hart’s plan to abolish the Trust. Elfed memorably wrote that ‘the Trust must be seen to be beyond reproach at this crucial time’. How did Elfed and his colleague Martin Jones the CEO of the Trust ensure that the Trust was seen to be ‘beyond reproach’ at that crucial time? Well in the face of the rising toll of patient and staff suicides, Elfed and Martin refused to investigate any patient complaints, sent an extract from my medical records to a senior member of staff in Bangor University, rang various other colleagues of mine and told them that I was dangerous, intimidated a number of people who had witnessed what was happening to me and who had made statements about it and then had me arrested on the grounds that I had pink hair and had laughed at Elfed’s car and called it a penismobile.

Elfed and Martin seemed unaware that they had become famous as a result of their attempts to be seen to be beyond reproach at a crucial time. No wonder that Edwina carried out her plan to abolish them. Then Edwina stood for the leadership of the Labour Party in Wales and during the leadership debates the topic of anti-social behaviour was discussed. A lady in the audience asked how the candidates were going to tackle anti-social behaviour among young people. Edwina responded by saying that it wasn’t only young people who were capable of anti-social behaviour. I and the person whom I was watching this with were howling with laughter because we suspected that Edwina might have well have been thinking of two particularly unhinged NHS senior managers in north west Wales…

 

What Rhodri doesn’t explain is what Ron Davies was doing buying an expensive house on a mortgage when he knew that everyone was trying to get rid of him – and why did Ron bother to buy PPI, everyone knew by then that the buggers never pay up. Was Ron expecting perhaps to not only be in need of PPI but confident that he would be able to get them to cough up?

What happened to Jessica, who just did what she had to do? (Dafydd used to say that on the rare occasions that he was actually put on the spot and asked why he had broken the law. ‘I just did what I had to do’ would always be accompanied with Dafydd’s claim that ‘I found myself in this bizarre situation’. Yes, with a load of abducted victims of a paedophile ring imprisoned in a dungeon at the North Wales Hospital…)

Jessica Morden was well rewarded for doing what she had to do to save the reputation of the Labour Party ie. ensure that Ron bagged an expensive house in return for not standing again as the Labour MP for Caerphilly. Jessica was accepted as the Labour candidate for Newport East and became the MP for that constituency in 2005. Jessica was selected by the use of an all woman shortlist. No-one could accuse Blair of parachuting Jessica into south Wales though. Not only had Jessica been the General Secretary of Welsh Labour, but in 1991 she worked for Huw Edwards, Labour MP for Monmouth and she then worked for Llew Smith, Labour MP for Blaenau Gwent, 1992-95.

So Jessica had been around quite long enough to not know about Ron cottaging at the Castle Gate.

Llew Smith was also elected as the MEP for South Wales East in 1984. He stood down in 1994 – and made way for one Glenys Kinnock!

Huw Edwards succeeded the Monmouth seat from the Tory MP Sir John Stradling Thomas after Sir John was found dead in his Dolphin Square flat. Readers who follow the comments section of my blog will remember how often Richard Card has commented on the death of Sir John. Sir John had been expressing concern about the allegations of Westminster figures being involved in child abuse and was believed to be about to speak publicly and possibly name some of those alleged to be involved. He was found dead hours before he was due to speak.

Children trafficked for sex from the Ty’r Felin children’s home in Bangor were taken to Dolphin Square (see post ‘Are You Local?’). One of the community social workers employed on the Maesgeirchan estate on which Ty’r Felin was located was Meri Huws – Meri is alleged to be a former bedfellow of Rhodri Morgan (see post ‘People With Energy’).

Jessica got her chance at Newport East after Alan Howarth, the sitting MP, was elevated to the Lords by Blair. Howarth became famous when he crossed the floor. He was the Tory MP for Stratford-upon-Avon, after being elected in 1983. In 1995 he defected to Labour, was selected for Newport East and subsequently became a Minister in Blair’s Gov’t. Howarth was dropped from the Gov’t in 2001, after the Waterhouse Report had been published and the claims that it was a massive cover-up had been silenced, at least temporarily.

Howarth was an unlikely defector to New Labour. He had been a hard right Tory, a founder member of the Thatcherite No Turning Back group. Early in his career, Howarth had worked in the Conservative Party Chairman’s office under Willie Whitelaw – who spent many years in many capacities concealing the abuse of children and mental health patients in north Wales. Then Howarth became Director of the Conservative Research Department and Party Vice-Chairman. Matthew Parris used to work in the Conservative Research Department and claimed that there was a senior member of staff there who used to go cruising for young men on London buses. Parris also maintained that every summer, a group of male staff from that Dept would take a holiday at a place in Italy known as the ‘Villa of Shame’ where they were supplied with ‘boys who were always willing’.

What possible use could Blair have made of Howarth in 1995 when Howarth defected – whilst demands for a public inquiry into the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal had been followed by Nicola Davies QC reviewing the paperwork to see whether a public inquiry should be held? Nicola found that the paperwork of the North Wales Police relating to the abuse of children was missing from 1989 onwards. There’s a surprise.

Howarth crossed the floor on 8 Oct 1995. Peter Morrison had been conveniently found dead three months before and now Nicola Davies QC and Secretary of State for Wales William Hague just had to work out how to rig the Public Inquiry into the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal that people were demanding.

On the eve of the 1997 General Election the Labour MP for Ogmore, 1979-01, Sir Ray Powell told an interesting tale about two of his Blairite colleagues. He alleged that Mandelson and Ron Davies offered him a peerage if he gave up his seat in the Commons for Alan Howarth, the Conservative who had crossed the floor to join the Labour Party (see post ‘News From Sicily’)…

 

The political career of Ron Davies didn’t finish once he’d secured his upmarket house.  In 2004 he resigned from the Labour Party claiming that they were all a bit incompetent in the Welsh Labour Party. Ron then joined the new Forward Wales Party and stood for election as an MEP. In 2007 he stood for election to the Assembly – as an Independent – for Caerphilly. In 2008 Ron was back on Caerphilly County Borough Council – where he had begun his career decades previously. He held the Economic Development and Urban Regeneration portfolio, originally as an Independent but later actively supported the ruling Plaid group on the Council. In recent years there has been an ongoing scandal at Caerphilly County Borough Council involving financial mismanagement on a huge scale. There has been a criminal investigation which found serious wrongdoing but it was decided to proceed no further with the investigation because of the cost of the investigation. So it rather looks as though some of Ron’s colleagues have made off with hundreds of thousands of pounds of public money and they will not be held to account.

Ron joined Plaid in 2010 and has since stood as a Plaid candidate in three elections.

 

Rhodri explained in his memoir that he was sympathetic to politicians who stood accused of involvement in sex scandals as a result of his own experience. At one time a ‘Top Welsh Tory’ put it around that Rhodri had been cautioned for picking up prostitutes in the Cardiff docks area. A full apology to Rhodri was issued and a donation to charity was made after Rhodri approached the Tory Party Chairman at the time for help. That Chairman was Dr Brian Mawhinney, now Lord Mawhinney.

Mawhinney was a Tory MP, 1979-05 and concealed the wrongdoing of Dafydd and the paedophiles whilst he was Minister of State for Health, 1992-94. Mawhinney was PPS to Tom King, 1984-86, whilst King was Secretary of State for NI and then held Ministerial positions in the N Ireland Office between 1986-92. So Mawhinney knows all about Kincora.

Mawhinney’s brother Richard is a lawyer who is married to Patricia Scotland QC. Patsy’s big break was representing the Welsh Office at the Waterhouse Inquiry – she was given a peerage during the Inquiry. Patsy never looked back, she has gone from high office to high office, despite being embroiled in scandal and dogged by allegations of improper conduct wherever she goes. When Patsy was given the brief for the Waterhouse Inquiry her brother-in-law Brian was a member of the Cabinet.

Details of Patsy’s network of paedophiles’ friends can be read in posts ‘Baroness Patricia Scotland QC Was On Board As Well!’, ‘More On Baroness Patricia Scotland QC – And Her Very Sleazy Friends’ and ‘Even More About Baroness Patricia Scotland QC’.

Brian Mawhinney was Chair of the Tory Party, 1995-97. Which was just when everyone was dealing with the very tricky problem of Dafydd, the paedophile gang, the demands for a public inquiry and then the setting up of the rigged Waterhouse Inquiry. Mawhinney became Chairman of the Party on the last day of David Hunt’s tenure as Secretary of State for Wales. Peter Morrison was found dead eight days later.

I would imagine that the Tories were in such deep shit during Mawhinney’s time as Chairman of the Party that they would be very vulnerable indeed to approaches by angry Labour politicians who claimed to have been the subject of baseless rumours circulated by the Tory Party. Mawhinney might have been so worried that he could have even resorted to apologising to Labour MPs who perhaps really had been cautioned for kerb crawling around Cardiff docks.

Rhodri stood accused at some point between 5 July 1995 – 11 June 1997. Which was when the patients in north Wales were being left destitute and dead after their day centre had been closed down and when such strenuous efforts were being made to have me banged up in a secure unit.

 

As for other news recently. Professor Nick Hardwick, the Chairman of the Parole Board (see post ‘Inside Information About A Hergest Unit Death’), has stated that if details are released about Top Doctors who serve on the Parole Board, the Top Doctors would be at risk of coming under attack on social media. Did Nick perhaps have in mind recent blog posts of mine in which I mentioned that Professor Robert Bluglass and Drs Colin Berry and David Mawson all served on the Parole Board after Bluglass and Berry actively concealed the criminality of Dafydd and the paedophiles and David Mawson just politely failed to mention it when faced with the evidence?

Southern Health have been fined £2 million after the HSE mounted a prosecution against them in the wake of the deaths of Connor Sparrowhawk and another patient. This is substantially the result of the efforts of Connor’s mum Dr Sara Ryan who has worked very hard since Connor’s death to expose massive failures at Southern as well as the deaths of hundreds of patients which were never investigated. Sara has been subjected to the usual that anyone complaining about serious failings in the NHS can expect – she was described as ‘toxic’ by the Top Doctor whose negligence and dishonesty resulted in Connor’s death, she received an anonymous insulting call from a member of staff at Southern, the son of a senior NHS manager sent out a tweet describing her as a ‘fucking pest’ and then she was insulted all over again when she gave evidence at a GMC fitness to practice hearing.

Sara feels a sense of satisfaction now. I am not underestimating what Sara has achieved, but no-one involved in Connor’s death – or indeed in the deaths of the hundreds of other patients who were slaughtered by Southern – have lost their jobs. They are all still practising. The £2 million fine will be paid by Southern from its vast budget of public money. It will be given to the British state’s coffers. It was the British state who allowed Southern to kill patients. I would not be surprised if as a result of being fined £2 million, Southern now put in a plea for some special source of extra money from the Gov’t on the grounds that they are short of cash. They’ll get it as well.

The statements made by Southern yesterday were cut n pasted from the usual NHS template. ‘We’ve failed’. ‘This will be a catalyst for change.’ Just like all the other deaths were going to be a catalyst for change. As indeed was the conviction of the mass murderer Harold Shipman. So that’s why no-one been struck off in the wake of the genocide at Southern.

There is only one thing that will be a catalyst for change in the NHS – people who have abused or killed their patients being escorted out of their offices in handcuffs and then put on trial.

 

 

People With Energy

I have just finished reading Rhodri Morgan’s memoir and there are some real gems of information in that book. One thing that I discovered from Rhodri’s book is the identities of those who made up the Windbag Kinnock’s Shadow Energy team in 1988. Before readers roll around laughing at my complete nerdiness for being interested in such a matter, let me just remind everyone that between 11 June 1987-23 July 1990, one of Thatcher’s Ministers in the Dept of Energy was Sir Peter Morrison – who at the time was sexually abusing kids in care in north Wales, Cheshire and in London. Morrison was Minister of State for Energy with responsibility for oil (see post ‘These Sharks Are Crap As Well’). Senior Tories from the time have admitted that Morrison’s conduct with under-aged boys was widely known and extensively gossiped about. Thatcher was directly warned about it but she continued to appoint Morrison to Gov’t roles nonetheless.

Morrison’s Secretaries of State whilst he was at Energy were Cecil Parkinson (13 June 1987-24 July 1989) and John Wakeham (24 July 1989-11 April 1992).

Morrison’s Tory colleagues have admitted that they knew about him, but Westminster being what it was – and still is – those on the opposition benches will have known as well, particularly those who had to shadow him and his colleagues in Energy. So who was in the Shadow Energy team in 1988? Well it was Rhodri Morgan, Frank Haynes, Kevin Barron, John Maxton – and they were led by the Shadow Secretary of State, a man called Tony Blair!

Rhodri remarks in his memoir that although Blair didn’t understand the facts underlying global warming – although in the light of some of the comments made by Rhodri about climate change I’m not at all sure that he did either – Blair was a man who was very sharp, picked up on everything that was going on around him and quickly identified which political angle would benefit him. So I really don’t think that Blair would have missed what Peter Morrison was up to. Particular as Blair had previously worked as a junior barrister in the corrupt barrister George Carman’s chambers and George Carman knew all about the North Wales/Cheshire paedophile ring (see posts ‘No Ordinary Methods’ and ‘No Ordinary Methods – Supplementary Post’). Blair was of course married to Cherie, who had also worked in the same chambers as Carman  – Cherie was friendly with many of the lawyers who knew that kids from London boroughs were being sent to north Wales children’s homes where they had complained of being seriously abused…

Whilst Blair was busying himself as Shadow Secretary at Energy, the need to protect Peter Morrison was causing havoc. Alison Taylor, Mary Wynch and I were all desperately trying to raise the alarm about serious criminality in north Wales. Alison had been sacked and found that her family were being targeted by the paedophiles’ friends, Mary had gone into hiding in England and my life was one long round of being arrested and fitted up, being subjected to rumour and gossip, being targeted by sex offenders and other nasties or losing jobs. Brown and my friends were also being targeted.

 

History has it that it was whilst Blair was at Energy that he was spotted as a real star who gained a following and was predicted to be cut out for great things. How did you impress everyone so much at that particular point in your trajectory then Blair?

Rhodri Morgan mentions that Anji Hunter, Blair’s right hand woman for years, was ‘intensely loyal’ to the 1988 Shadow Energy team. What a worthless piece of trash ‘Anji’ must be. People were found dead in north Wales Anji because of your ‘intense loyalty’ to a gang of fools who concealed serious crime – people who’s parents had died or been too ill to look after them when they were kids, so they were taken into care and handed over to a gang of paedophiles. They were battered, raped, buggered and illegally imprisoned in a dungeon at the North Wales Hospital by a madman who also wanted to have sex with them and some of them were murdered.

As the Top Doctors say to each other when they are in really deep shit – perhaps when someone gets their hands on 10,000 previously unlawfully witheld documents and starts writing a blog – ‘do you think that you could have done anything differently Anji?’

Tough on crime, tough on the causes of crime!

For further details of the horrors of what was going on in the mental health services in Wales as well as in the wider UK whilst Blair’s Energy Team were bonding – including the appointment of Jimmy Savile as manager of Broadmoor – please see post ‘Socio-Political Context Of The North Wales Mental Health Services In The 1980s’.

Whilst researching for this post, I noticed some discrepancies in terms of the dates given regarding Blair’s term as Shadow Secretary of State for Energy. Blair’s online Parliamentary biography states quite clearly that he was Shadow Secretary of State for Energy from Jan 1988-Jan 1989. Yet Rhodri Morgan maintains that Blair was in that post for two and a half years. Furthermore Morgan’s book relates an anecdote concerning a reply that Blair had received from John Wakeham in Wakeham’s capacity as Secretary of State for Energy after Blair wrote to him – Wakeham didn’t take up that post until 24 July 1989. So Blair must have still been in the Shadow Energy team by then, not – as Blair’s biography states – in the Shadow Employment team.

Tony Blair is not known for telling the truth about matters which could prove politically difficult and it would seem that for some reason Blair only wants to fess up to having spent 1988 as Shadow Secretary of State for Energy.

Blair did become Shadow Employment Secretary after his stint as Shadow Energy Secretary, but when exactly that was is unclear. What is clear is that after Blair had been in a position to dig up the dirt on Peter Morrison, it was agreed by everyone, including John Smith who took over as Blair’s boss when the Windbag stood down, that Blair was a man with a great future ahead of him.

 

Rhodri’s colleague in Blair’s team, Frank Haynes, was the Labour MP for Ashfield, 1979-92. Haynes was born in Wandsworth but moved to Nottinghamshire – before he became an MP Haynes was a miner. As an MP he was sponsored by the NUM and during the 1984-85 strike he remained loyal to the NUM rather than support the majority of Nottinghamshire miners who broke away to form the UDM.

Haynes’s obituary in the Indie was written by Tam Dalyell, who when writing the obituaries of his Parliamentary colleagues, excelled at dressing up the characters of some very unpleasant people and maintaining that they persuaded others to do what they wanted by charm or simply because everybody just loved them so much.

Dalyell wrote of Haynes:

‘Unquestionably he had the loudest voice in Parliament and the commentator Matthew Parris wrote that, when Mr Speaker Thomas [George Thomas, a child molester himself] called Frank Haynes, they turned off the televisions in St Thomas’ Hospital and listened. Haynes was effective at going to see Conservative ministers, who liked him very much, even if his opening remark to them was ‘You know I hate Tories’ with his big beaming smile.

Within 18 months of becoming an MP [Haynes] took up Mrs Thatcher’s offer to any member who had a problem with industry or unemployment in their constituency to come and knock on the door of No 10 Downing Street. Haynes had a group of factories which had run into severe difficulties and wanted to lay off some 400 people, so he got an appointment. He would regale his friends with how she met him at the door and offered him a drink. ‘I told her I didn’t think Dennis Skinner would approve! She loved that and it broke the ice; the end result was that she gave me 10 minutes to put their case and, after looking at their export record, agreed to help them. As a result, no one was laid off.’

Haynes was spotted by Michael Cox, then the Opposition Chief Whip, as a likely member of his office. This was a perfect niche for him as he was both popular and dedicated to the good of the Labour Party and those whom he represented in Parliament. It gave him an authority as an opposition whip where people have to be cajoled by force of the whip’s personality.’

So there we have it – Frank Haynes didn’t become a Whip and get everybody to jump when he ordered them to (even the Tories whom he hated) because he had some grade A dirt on one of Thatcher’s inner circle, he did it by the use of his big beaming smile and his popularity. Furthermore St Thomas’s Hospital took an interest in his Commons utterances not because they were one of the institutions playing a key role in concealing the Westminster Paedophile Ring – after all Professor Jim Watson, Dr Dafydd Alun Jones’s mate, ran his sex therapy empire from St George’s Hospital Medical School whilst the institution was concealing a paedophile ring and subsequently from Tommy’s and Guys (see post ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’) – but because they just loved old Frank’s voice.

It was said that ‘Haynes frequently highlighted the problems of the very poorest in society when putting questions to Thatcher and her Ministers’. But not those very poorest in society who were being found dead up in north Wales or who were being illegally imprisoned in the North Wales Hospital though.

Haynes specialised in energy, coal and health. So he was yet another politician who gained knowledge of the Westminster Paedophile Ring who ended up specialising ‘in health’ – although Haynes was an NUM sponsored MP who had spent his life as a miner before entering the Commons. After Haynes died it was remembered that he was so over-awed that a man like him had ended up in Westminster that he frequently commented on this and how he sometimes felt that perhaps he shouldn’t be there.  Any politician specialising in health soon finds out that a lot of Top Doctors are very conscious of what they perceive to be their own elevated position in society and don’t take kindly to advice from oiks, particularly oiks in Parliament. But down at Tommy’s – the most elitist medical school in the UK – they turned off the TV to catch what Haynes said in the House. Frank Haynes must have been doing them some really big favours.

 

Kevin Barron was another member of the Shadow Energy team under Blair as Shadow Secretary – like Rhodri, Barron remained a member of the opposition Energy team until 1992. Barron has been the Labour MP for the Rother Valley since 1983 – he was sponsored by the NUM as well. Barron was born in Tadcaster, Yorkshire and went to Maltby Hall Secondary Modern School (now known as Maltby Academy). After leaving school Barron spent 23 years working in the coal industry. He attended Ruskin College and Sheffield University, where he gained a Diploma in Labour Studies in 1977. Whilst at Sheffield Barron was reportedly a member of Militant.

Matt Arnold and Peter Howarth, two key members of the paedophile ring which operated in north Wales and Cheshire, met at Ruskin College in 1966 – Arnold was a tutor and Howarth a student (see post ‘A Study In Tyranny’). Ruskin has a strong alumni association in which many former students are active. Arnold and Howarth both worked at Bryn Estyn whilst Peter Morrison was known to visit that establishment – on one occasion Morrison was seen driving away from Bryn Estyn with a boy in his car.

In 1982 Barron became President of the Rotherham TUC. The Rotherham which recently hit the world’s media when the en masse trafficking, rape and violent assault of kids in care – which had been going on for decades, was known about by all authorities but had been ignored by everyone – was revealed.

Barron was a member of the NUM, but was later expelled for speaking out against Arthur Scargill. On picketing duty outside Maltby colliery he was struck on the arm by a police baton – he successfully sued South Yorkshire Police for this. He was in those days a political ally of Scargill and assisted in Scargill’s campaign for Presidency of the NUM.

Barron was PPS to the Windbag, 1985-88. During those years the Windbag covered up the abuse of children and psych patients in north Wales as well as the associated serious criminality (see post ‘Oh, No! It’s The Pathetic Sharks’) and the child abusing activities of George Thomas (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’).

Barron was Shadow Health spokesman under Blair, Jan 1995-Jan 1998, ie. whilst the Waterhouse Inquiry took evidence and many former kids in care and psych patients in north Wales became destitute or died. Barron became a member of the GMC in 1999 – just before the Waterhouse Report was published – and has remained a member ever since. So Barron was a member of the GMC whilst they were found to be in possession of a letter allegedly written by me that had been forged (see post ‘The General Medical Council And Yet Another Forged Document’) and when they also refused to take action against a phenomenally violent junior psychiatrist working in the Hergest Unit who’s children were taken into care on the grounds of severe neglect. Barron was Chairman of the Health Select Committee after the 2005 General Election.

Not only does this former Militant supporting ally of Arthur Scargill sit on the GMC but he also became a New Labour moderniser. Kevin Barron was a leading figure in the campaign to rewrite Clause IV –  although it came as a surprise that there was no job in Govt for him after Blair’s 1997 General Election victory. You can’t trust him Kevin.

Barron served for eight years on the senior Intelligence and Security Committee and was made a Privy Councillor in 2001. He was knighted in 2014.

 

John Maxton, another member of the Shadow Energy team, was MP for Glasgow Cathcart, 1979-01. Maxton joined the Labour Party in 1970 and became a prominent campaigner as Vice-Chairman of the group Scottish Labour Against the Market during the 1975 referendum on continuing British membership of the Common Market. He was selected to oppose the sitting Tory MP, Teddy Taylor, at the 1979 General Election. The changing demographics of the area and Labour’s increasing popularity in Scotland made it a winnable seat and Maxton’s victory was made more likely by the Tories strident opposition to the SNP, which drove some of its voters back to Labour.

In Parliament, Maxton allied with the left in the Tribune Group and voted against the Falklands War. In 1983, his constituency was redrawn to his disadvantage, but Maxton ruled out a move to any neighbouring and more favourable areas; he therefore notionally gained his seat from the Conservatives again in the 1983 General Election. Maxton was a popular backbencher, but did not obtain much support when he stood for election to the Labour Shadow Cabinet. He was Labour’s Scottish Whip in 1985 and a spokesman on Scottish Affairs from 1985-1992.

Maxton stood down from the Commons at the 2001 General Election. So what became of this lifelong backbencher who opposed the Falklands War whilst the leadership of his party supported it and who remained loyal to the left whilst the Labour Party moved very firmly to the right and excluded or demonised those on the left? Why, in 2004 Blair gave him a peerage of course. What ever could have been behind that?

 

Rhodri states that whilst Blair was Shadow Secretary of State for Energy, he and Blair ‘lived in each others pockets’. Rhodri talks about a ‘team dinner’ that was held at Blair’s house in Highbury at which Cherie was present. Until 1988 the head of Cherie’s chambers was George Carman.

The Windbag gave Blair’s Shadow team the remit of opposing the privatisation of the electricity supply industry. John Wakeham’s wiki entry states that it was Wakeham who drew up plans for the privatisation of electricity. So that too puts Blair in the Shadow Energy team after Jan 1989, which according to Blair’s online Parliamentary biography is when Blair waved them all a fond farewell.

Rhodri boasted that the Opposition Energy team had an unofficial ‘back up research team  just as good as the one advising the Secretary of State’. The crack team didn’t manage to stop Thatcher privatising the electricity supply, but I am sure that they too will have got wind of Peter Morrison attending sex parties with under-aged boys. Rhodri mentions that in 1988 Blair took receipt of an anonymous hand-delivered leaked position paper – regarding the future shape of the electricity industry after privatisation – from the CEGB (Central Electricity Generating Board). Rhodri claims that it was this leaked document that enabled Blair’s Shadow team ‘to get off to such a good start with the nuclear tax bombshell which Blair was able to launch’ at Cecil Parkinson.

 

John Wakeham was elected as the Tory MP for Maldon in Essex at the Feb 1974 General Election. His first wife, Roberta, was killed in the Brighton hotel bombing in Oct 1984 and he was trapped in rubble for seven hours, suffering serious crush injuries to his legs. Wakeham married his secretary, Alison Ward, in 1985 – before being Wakeham’s secretary, Ward had been Thatcher’s secretary. So Alison Ward would have known all about Peter Morrison as well before she ever got near Wakeham either as secretary or wife.

During the late 1980s Wakeham served as Leader of the Commons.

Wakeham was given a peerage by John Major on 24 April 1992. Just at the time that a firebomb killed five witnesses to the paedophile ring of which Peter Morrison was a member (see post ‘The Silence Of The Welsh Lambs’). Wakeham then served as Leader of the Lords until 1994.

After Edwina Currie spoke publicly about her shagathon with John Major, Major fessed up that he had indeed had an affair with Edwina and stated that it was the thing that he was most ashamed of in his entire life. Which is interesting because I would place concealing the organised abuse of children and the murder of witnesses above having an extra-marital affair in the ‘regrets’ list if I’d done both…

John Wakeham became chairman of the Press Complaints Commission in 1995, retiring in 2001. In 1997 he was appointed a Deputy Lieutenant of Hampshire. In 1999 Blair appointed Wakeham to head a Royal Commission on the reform of the Lords. The resulting Wakeham Report suggested a mainly-appointed Lords be maintained, with a small elected component. Which was how Blair ended up appointing so many people who had concealed the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal to the Lords. 

 

Whilst Parkinson and Wakeham were Secretaries of State, Michael Spicer was Morrison’s junior Ministerial colleague. Whereas Morrison had responsibility for oil, after Spicer joined Energy in 1987 he was given responsibility for electricity and coal until Jan 1990.

Michael Spicer was MP for South and then West Worcestershire, 1974-10. Spicer was educated at Wellington College and Emmanuel College, Cambridge. After graduation, he worked as a financial journalist for ‘The Daily Mail’, ‘The Sunday Times’ and ‘The Statist’. From 1968–70, Spicer was Director of Conservative Systems Research Centre and from 1970–80, he was Managing Director of Economic Models Ltd.

Spicer was Deputy Chairman of the Conservative Party 1983-84. In the 1996 New Years Honours, after Peter Morrison was safely dead and buried, Spicer was knighted. He picked up his peerage in 2010.

Spicer was Chairman/President of the Association of Electricity Producers, 1991-12 and since 2012 he has been Chairman of Energy UK.

David Tombs, Director of Hereford and Worcester Social Services, 1974-94, has been named as someone in a senior position who concealed the organised abuse of children both on his own patch and on a national level (see post ‘Another Episode Of Friends…’).

 

In my post ‘These Sharks Are Crap As Well’ I discussed some of the consequences of Gov’t policy regarding oil, Morrison’s portfolio. I will make a few observations here about the consequences of Gov’t policy re gas, Spicer’s bag.

British Gas plc was an energy and home services provider in the UK. It was formed when the British Gas Corporation was privatized in Dec 1986 by Thatcher’s Gov’t. On 8 Dec 1986 British Gas plc shares were floated on the London stock market. To encourage individuals to become shareholders, the offer was intensely advertised with the ‘If you see Sid…Tell him!’ campaign. The ‘Tell Sid’ campaign was the ultimate Tory campaign to try to encourage working class people to take an interest in being share-holders, hence the mythical ‘Sid’ character, rather than a Piers or a St John.

The initial public offering of 135p per share valued the company at £9 billion, the highest equity offering ever at the time. The Gov’t also created an industry regulator, the Office of Gas Supply (Ofgas), to protect customer needs. It later became part of the Office of Gas and Electricity Markets (Ofgem).

In June 1991, the Chairman of British Gas, Robert Evans, sparked controversy by accepting a pay rise of 66%, ten times above the rate of inflation at the time. This took his salary from £222,000 to £370,000, a pay rise which was condemned by the Labour Party as ‘sheer unbridled greed’. This followed allegations of greed against the organisation a month earlier, when it reported a 42% rise in pre-tax profits.

The Sids of the UK did quite well out of the great gas giveaway, but Robert Evans was in clover.

 

Whilst I’m on the subject of Gov’t cons under the umbrella of ‘Energy’, I’ll retell the story of the travesty that was the Baglan Energy Park, which gets a mention in Rhodri Morgan’s book.

Baglan Energy Park was a grand plan for a piece of land in Port Talbot.

When Rhodri became First Minister in 1999, one of his first tours of the different sections of the civil service was that of the Baglan Energy Park team. The team responsible told Rhodri that Baglan Energy Park would produce 6000 new jobs. It later ‘became clear no jobs would arrive at Baglan Energy Park’. It was Helen Liddell aka Stalin’s Granny (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – The Scottish Play’) who explained to Rhodri why no jobs were actually expected.

This blog is very rude about politicians, but I really must compliment them on their excellence in the coining of entertaining nicknames for their colleagues – Stalin’s Granny, The Widow Ruddock, The Crack of Doom, they are all pretty good, so at least one or two people in the system have a brain and a sense of humour. Can I ask them to perhaps turn their attentions to running the country instead of getting bladdered, shagging people to whom they are then obliged to give jobs which those people can’t do and covering up the wrongdoing of their colleagues? Some real progress could then be made.

Stalin’s Granny was the UK High Commissioner in Australia when she enlightened Rhodri. Stalin’s Granny maintained that in 1997 Blair’s Gov’t issued a moratorium on new gas fired power stations. The American multi-national GE wanted to build the first ever H Series combined cycle gas turbine power station at Baglan on the site which had been vacated by BP. This was part of BP’s exit strategy from south Wales in order to secure GE’s brand new and revolutionary design of the power station on the former Baglan site. Then Blair’s moratorium came along. Bill Clinton received a phone call from Jack Welch aka ‘Neutron Jack’ asking for help in getting around the moratorium.

Jack Welch is an American business executive and chemical engineer who was  Chairman and CEO of GE (General Electric), 1981-01. GE is an American multinational conglomerate incorporated in New York – its HQ is in Boston, Massachusetts. Not Port Talbot.

During the early 1980s Welch was dubbed ‘Neutron Jack’ for eliminating employees whilst leaving buildings intact. Welch stated that GE had 411,000 employees at the end of 1980 and 299,000 at the end of 1985. In return, GE had increased its market capital tremendously.

Clinton rang Blair and asked/told Blair to lift the moratorium for GE – thus GE acquired the permit to build the power station. However, a display had to be made of a special case for the exemption, lest anyone suggested that Clinton was telling Blair what to do. So it was agreed that electricity from the Baglan power station could be supplied directly – without paying grid charges – into proposed energy intensive industries which could it was claimed be sited on the empty Baglan site, which would be known as Baglan Energy Park. An estimate of 6000 jobs arriving at the Baglan Energy Park was made on the basis of absolutely no evidence – but it did sound good.

Before the power station opened, Rhodri asked to visit the site. GE’s site director Bill Cooney took  Rhodri around. Rhodri asked to meet the engineering team – he was told that the team was located in a mass of portakabins. Cooney refused Rhodri entrance to the portakabins because Rhodri didn’t have a US passport – although Baglan Energy Park was located at Port Talbot. Cooney told Morgan that he couldn’t go in without breaching the US Export Control Act – because ‘sensitive technology’ was involved, only US citizens were allowed in. Cooney mentioned that an exception was made for the young people who delivered Dominos Pizzas to the team working in the portakabins.

In his memoir, Rhodri expressed outrage that as FM he was being denied access to a place which granted access to Dominos Pizza boys. He didn’t comment on the huge scam that was being worked between Blair and Clinton which would be of no benefit to people in Wales – or the lies that were told in order to make this scam ‘fit’ with a Gov’t policy which Blair himself had thought up and wanted implemented, but breached when Clinton told him to. If I know anything about the way in which ‘businesses’ are ‘attracted to Wales’ – particularly businesses which do not benefit Wales or the people living in Wales – someone somewhere will have paid Welch handsomely to condescend to arrive in Wales, refuse to tell anyone exactly what he was up on the grounds that it involved ‘sensitive technology’ and rip everyone off.

This is the sort of thing that has gone on in Wales for decades – whilst people in Wales have been left with nothing and have then been berated for being part of a ‘benefit culture’ with ‘low aspirations’. The Plaid MP Adam Price has just made a speech at Plaid’s Llangollen Conference making the point that Wales is not a poor country – it is actually a rich country with a lot of poor people living in it. Brown and I have been arguing this for years. For literally centuries, wealth has been exported out of Wales in deals which have excluded most people living in Wales from benefiting. Adam Price is an unusual thing, he is a politician with a brain – most of the others seem to be too stupid to have understood what has gone on and all they can do is make lame comments about empowering and including people. If anyone actually took any notice of people like Adam Price, a great many more people would be empowered and included because they wouldn’t have been fleeced by the likes of Clinton and Blair and before them Thatcher and Nicholas Edwards.

As for Baglan Energy Park now – I recommend that readers visit the website www.npt-business.co.uk  it’s a real laugh. Underneath the heading ‘Baglan Energy Park – A Neath Port Talbot Success Story’ we are told that ‘Baglan Energy Park is one of Wales’ premier business and industrial locations. The 180 acre park is helping transform the area, secure a green industrial future and create thousands of jobs. Situated on the M4 motorway the Park has already attracted national and international companies as well as world class facilities.’

So what exactly has been attracted to Baglan Energy Park? The following:

Ecolab’s Centre of Excellence for Contamination Control – which ‘provides some of the most innovative technology in the industry, including state-of-the-art clean rooms and laboratories’.

GE Energy – which ‘has provided the park with a £300m power station, which provides competitively priced electricity to businesses locating on the park’.

Hi-Lex Cable Systems Ltd  – ‘a Japanese owned company which manufactures components for the automotive industry employs over 230 people at its European Head Office on the park’.

Italian company Intertissue – ‘part of Sofidel Group produces supermarket own-brand facial tissues, bathroom tissues and kitchen roll from its 1 million sq.ft. papermill’.

Mardon Properties – ‘recently completed work on the first phase of a £20m mixed-use development of office premises and industrial units which is attracting a variety of companies’.

Montagne Jeunesse – ‘is an environmentally aware company that markets cosmetic products such as face packs’.

One Talbot Gateway – ‘is a prestigious office facility located right at the entrance to the park. Dwr Cymru Welsh Water and the NHS partnership have relocated to the site’.

Baglan Bay Innovation Centre – ‘provides an environment for young, innovative, high tech, sustainable technology led businesses to grow. 39,000sq ft of accommodation, over four floors includes 32 incubator units, meeting rooms, a business support facility as well as close links with universities’.

The Solar Centre – ‘meeting facility located in the centre of the park forms an annex to the Baglan Bay Innovation Centre building. The facility generates its own electricity from surplus electricity fed into the grid system, symbolising the ethos of the park’.

Wales’s first Renewable Hydrogen Research and Demonstration Centre – ‘provides facilities for hydrogen production, conferencing, research, demonstrations and education all run from renewable energy sources is (sic) based at the park’.

 

So there’s big spaces which haven’t yet been filled, a small number of foreign owned businesses and the NHS and Dwr Cymru have moved in, as has a bog roll company. The bog roll company isn’t even a posh one which produces the aloe vera impregnated luxury bog roll, let alone the ‘moist wipes’ which are sold in those plastic containers, it is one which produces ‘supermarket own brand’.

As for the Solar Centre – that was originally constructed for a G8 conference in Birmingham for PM Tony Blair and the Heads of State from the G8 nations. So Blair and the G8 didn’t go to Baglan for their conference then.

 

We are told that ‘once the park is completed there will be a total investment of approximately £400 billion’. ‘Investment’ in Wales means the Gov’t giving money to businesses to persuade them to set up shop in Wales and then pay people in Wales low wages. Regarding the jobs – well there isn’t 6000, but Stalin’s Granny admitted to Rhodri that that particular figure was plucked out of thin air anyway in order for Blair to pretend that he had a good excuse for doing a favour for Bill Clinton’s mate Jack Welch. We are told that ‘more than 1,600 people are now working on the park, and once the project is completed, it will have the capacity to accommodate 3,000 jobs’.

We are not told how near to completion the park is. Furthermore, the jobs in the bog roll factory and most of the other companies that are on the Park will not be well-paid jobs – many of the workers will probably have to claim in-work benefits to get by. However the US engineers working in the bit of GE through which non-US passport holders are not allowed to pass – unless they are delivering a pizza to hungry Americans – will be highly paid.

Like a lot of things which are not what they claim to be, the Baglan Energy Park has won an award from the HSJ (Health Services Journal). It received the BURA (British Urban Regeneration Award), Insider Award for Regeneration and the Local Government Chronicle & Health Services Journal Sustainable Communities Award in recognition of its work to create a cleaner, greener industrial future for the area.

Port Talbot is of course famous for being the location of the steelworks upon which the whole town depends. As the steelworks has gradually diminished, things have become worse and worse for Port Talbot. Baglan Energy Park has not made a great deal of difference.

One person who did really well out of Baglan Energy Park however was Neutron Jack. During his tenure at GE, the company’s value rose 4,000%. In 2006, Welch’s net worth was estimated at $720 million. When Jack retired from GE he received a severance payment of $417 million, the largest such payment in history. He didn’t earn that from working in the bog roll factory at Baglan.

 

I have not experienced the joys of Baglan Energy Park myself, although I was invited to an event at Neath Port Talbot about three years ago by a Third sector organisation who were holding a one day conference on the problems experienced by women who provide unpaid care for family members and others. I was unable to attend the said event because I couldn’t get there. I was told that the event was to be held at Port Talbot and because I didn’t have a car at the time, I planned to travel there on the train or bus. I couldn’t. The event for women providing unpaid care was held at the Orangery at Margam Country Park – I was told by the Third sector organisation who had organised the event that the Orangery was lovely. Which I’m sure that it was, but it was also miles away from the railway station and two miles away from the nearest bus stop.

When I saw the list of invited speakers I realised that I wasn’t missing anything – it was a list of paedophiles’ friends who have been responsible for wrecking the health and social care services in Wales for years. That lot are the reason why so many women in Wales are having to provide unpaid care. I very much doubt that any woman providing unpaid care would have been able to attend the one day conference, even if they did have a car. They’d be far too busy providing the unpaid care – or working a few shifts cleaning the Orangery. So a group of middle class wimmin had a day out at the Orangery, funded by the Welsh Gov’t, whilst scores of badly paid women maintained the infrastructure of Margam Country Park…

 

The travesty that is Baglan Energy Park was dreamt up pre-devolution. It will have come under the umbrella of Industrial Policy for Wales, so I presume that Sir Derek Jones had something to do with it.

 

Sir Derek Jones was Head of Industrial Policy at the Welsh Office in 1989 and prior to that held a number of positions in the DTI. Derek Jones served as Permanent Secretary to the Welsh Gov’t, 2013-17.

Rhodri Morgan mentions in his book that he got on very well with Sir Derek.

Derek Jones was born and educated in Cardiff and went to Cardiff University. On graduation he joined the civil service in Whitehall. After undertaking the post-graduate civil service training scheme Jones joined the Treasury, then the DTI and then the Welsh Office in Cardiff in 1989 as Head of Economics and Industrial Policy. He was subsequently Head of Finance Programmes; Director of the Industry and Training department and Director of Economic Affairs. In 1999 Jones became a key figure in the setting-up and early operations of the newly created Welsh Assembly Gov’t – which was choc full of paedophiles’ friends from its inception.  Jones was Senior Director, April 2003-April 2008 – as havoc reigned in the NHS in north Wales, as the suicide rate continued upwards and as I and other people were the victims of the perjury and wrongdoing of the paedophiles’ friends.

In 2008 Jones left the civil service to join the Governing Board of Cardiff University as Director of Business and Strategic Partnerships with an Honorary Chair, tasked to commercialise the University’s research and engage with business.

Jones was a member of the Welsh Gov’ts Ministerial Advisory Board BETS, Dec 2011-Oct 2012;  Chairman of the membership selection panel for Dwr Cymru Welsh Water, Jan 2010-Sept 2011; Chairman, South East Wales Economic Forum, Sept 2011-Oct 2012; Board member of the EADS Foundation Wales, Aug 2011-Oct 2012.

In Sept 2012, Jones was announced as the new Permanent Secretary to the Welsh Assembly Government, replacing that very loyal paedophiles’ friend Dame Gillian Morgan (see post ‘A Major Coup – Or A Complete Disaster?’). Jones subsequently became a member of the UK Civil Service Board and Senior Leadership Committee. He stepped down as Permanent Secretary early in 2017.

In April 2017 Sir Derek was appointed Chair of the Prince’s Trust in Wales. He is a non-executive director of IQE plc; an independent adviser to Cardiff University, where he is also an Honorary Fellow and Professor and is a Vice President of Cardiff Business Club.

 

There has been a great deal of fuckwittery of the Baglan Energy Park sort in Wales ie. people giving their friends large sums of money to establish businesses which provide no real benefits for anyone but the people who have received the ‘investment’ to set their business up. The fuckwittery did not stop when the Welsh Gov’t came into being. The sums of money were no doubt less than Thatcher and Blair were able to give to their friends, but the way of conducting business remained the same. I know small business people in north Wales who were fuming at the corruption that they alleged was happening – they claimed that friends and bedfellows of key figures in the Assembly were receiving ‘investment’ for non-viable businesses whereas other people who were making a real go of businesses providing employment for local people  received no help at all and sometimes were actively obstructed. Should the business people involved ever go public on what was happening, it could prove very embarrassing for the Welsh Assembly – some of the most successful SMEs in north west Wales were excluded from Gov’t help when they were setting up because, they alleged, they did not ‘know people’ in the Assembly.

 

One of the people who was involved with the Economic Development portfolio in the early days of the Welsh Assembly Gov’t was Alan Pugh, who was Deputy Minister for Economic Development, Oct 2000-03, in Rhodri’s Gov’t.

Alun Pugh was the AM for Clwyd West, 1999-07. Pugh was born in Mid-Glamorgan into – according to his wiki entry –  ‘a poor coal mining family’.  I don’t know anything about Alan Pugh’s family, but I have developed a very high degree of sceptism concerning people who are members of the affluent middle classes laying claim to deprived backgrounds. Yes, occasionally people from severely disadvantaged families do sneak into the professional classes, but it is very unusual. Every piece of research into the subject has shown that that even in the 1960s and 70s, the decades of social mobility, people who entered university or the professions from the working classes came from families or networks where they had gained large amounts of cultural capital. It is a harsh fact that children who have no economic or cultural capital only very rarely experience the amazing social mobility that politicians like to claim for themselves. Pugh might have not had any money, but I bet that there was someone around him who was well-read or an autodidact.

After Alan Pugh left the cardboard box in’t middle of t’road in which he grew up, he completed a degree in business finance and then postgrad qualifications in computer science and education. He moved to north Wales from Newcastle-Upon-Tyne. I am wondering if Pugh was therefore a student in Newcastle.

Pugh was Head of Business Studies at Coleg Llandrillo Cymru and four years later he was promoted to an Associate Principal post at West Cheshire College. Pugh resided in Deganwy, Conwy for much of his time in north Wales.

This biography tells me that for much of his life Alan Pugh has been in close proximity to the paedophiles’ friends. If he was not a politician he might have been unaware of them – but someone with political ambitions will not have missed what was going on around him or had gone on around him in the past. There was organised abuse of children in Mid-Glamorgan where Pugh originally came from. When he entered politics at least, Pugh will have heard about John Owen from Mid-Glamorgan (see post ‘Yet More Inglorious Bastards’) whom local authorities and exam boards protected and who was supported by the BBC, S4C and Welsh youth groups and theatres  even after his molesting of his pupils became public. Pugh will also have known about George Thomas molesting children and young people (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’) and he will have been aware of the rumours surrounding Ron Davies and his cruising and cottaging activities in south Wales – the Ron Davies who was an adviser to Mid-Glamorgan Education Authority whilst they ignored John Owen’s conduct towards his pupils.

I will be writing a post soon on the subject of just how many people knew that Ron Davies would one day blow up in their faces.

The paedophile ring in north Wales was fuelled by the arrival of Matt Arnold and Peter Howarth from Gateshead – where there was a paedophile ring in operation (see post ‘A Study In Tyranny’), which was afforded protection by, as well as others, Ernest Armstrong, the Labour MP for North West Durham, whose daughter Hilary succeeded him as MP for that constituency and became a member of Blair’s inner circle (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part III’). There were numerous connections between people working in medicine and mental health in Newcastle and north Wales (see post ‘The Newcastle-Upon-Tyne Connection?’) and the hideous Lord John Walton, Mr Medical Establishment in Newcastle, protected Dafydd and the paedophiles of north Wales for years (see post ‘Little Things Hitting Each Other’). Alan Pugh might not have known about that when he was in Newcastle but politicians are great gossips and are obsessed with the possibility that people might acquire dirt on them or their associates – as soon as Pugh began moving in political circles, he’d have found out all about such matters.

Furthermore Pugh lived in Conwy – stomping ground of Lord Wyn Roberts the best friend that the paedophile gang in north Wales ever had, as well as scores of others who colluded with them (see post ‘The Cradle Of Filth’). Of course Pugh knew about the serious criminality wreaking havoc in north Wales concealed by the paedophiles’ friends of the professional classes along that part of the north Wales coast – Dafydd was running his sex therapy business just down the road from Pugh’s place of residence.

Pugh’s job at Coleg Llandrillo will also have left him in no doubt as to some of what was going on. Llandrillo trained the health and welfare staff who worked with the paedophiles’ friends and Pugh will have been part of the system that ensured that whistleblowers were removed from circulation and didn’t usually work again. Coleg Llandrillo also ran a counselling course which trained people who then counselled distressed people who had encountered the paedophiles and their friends. My post ‘A Convenient Arrangement With The Private Sector’ detailed the activities of Prestwood Homes, a chain of abusive ‘nursing homes’ for people with learning disabilities and/or mental health problems which was actually a front for trafficking vulnerable people into sex work. Prestwood had a number of homes in the Conwy area – residents and staff were enrolled upon courses at Coleg Llandrillo. That may have been after Pugh had left the employment of the Coleg, but whilst he worked there the two women who ‘managed’ Prestwood, Lynda Holland and Suzanne Hamlet, met on the counselling course at Coleg Llandrillo. Holland was a student and Hamlet was a tutor on the course. They began a relationship whilst Hamlet was teaching Holland and Hamlet was dismissed for sexually exploiting a student.

OK, Coleg Llandrillo did the right thing in dismissing Hamlet, which was probably a first for the paedophiles’ friends of north Wales. But how did Hamlet ever land such a job at Coleg Llandrillo? Not only did Hamlet only have the most basic of qualifications, but whilst she ‘managed’ Prestwood Homes I witnessed her: telling support workers to lock clients in their rooms if they became distressed; telling support workers to tell clients to ‘go on and do it then’ if clients threatened to commit suicide – which resulted in two clients seriously injuring themselves when encouraged to attempt suicide; telling a 19 year old female client that if she didn’t co-operate with ‘therapy’ she would be taken back to Liverpool and ‘left to die on an embankment’ (the therapy consisted of viewing porn) (see post ‘The Mentor’). Oh – and not only did Hamlet tell support workers to threaten to hit clients, but she LAUGHED as she described how a ‘home manager’ had grabbed a female client around the throat, slammed her up against a wall and threatened to punch her in the face.

If Pugh tells us all that these incidents at Prestwood happened after Hamlet had been dismissed from the Coleg in which he was a manager, I’ll remind him that when his establishment employed Hamlet as a counselling tutor, she was a chronic alcoholic in middle age who had spent many years as a patient of Dafydd’s in and out of the North Wales Hospital Denbigh – although she told everyone that she had been a nurse at the North Wales Hospital. Who wrote Hamlet’s reference then Pugh? Was it Dafydd? Because there was no way that Hamlet was suitable to have been employed as a counselling tutor.

As for the College which employed Pugh as Associate Principal – West Cheshire College has campuses at Crewe and Chester, which were locations of the activity of the north Wales/Cheshire paedophile ring. Sir Peter Morrison was the Tory MP for Chester and Dafydd held ‘clinics’ at the Grosvenor Nuffield Hospital in Chester.

Of course Alun Pugh knew what was happening and could be relied upon to keep quiet – that’s how he landed the nomination for the candidacy as Labour AM for Clwyd West. It’s a highly marginal seat, no-one was going to risk upsetting the paedophiles’ friends, so the Labour Party fielded a puppet.

Pugh was re-elected in 2003 and appointed as Minister for Culture, Welsh Language and Sport in WAG (Welsh Assembly Gov’t). Pugh remained an AM until his 2007 defeat by Conservative Darren Millar.  Following the 2007 election Pugh took a mountaineering sabbatical in the Himalayas and on his return to Wales was appointed as Director of the Snowdonia Society, an environmental charity. He was a columnist for the Daily Post (North Wales) and ran consultancy projects.

Pugh stood as the Labour candidate for Arfon in the 2010 Westminster General Election, but lost to Plaid’s Hywel Williams, another paedophiles’ friend who formerly worked as a psychiatric social worker and at one point featured on Dafydd’s twitter feed. I met Alan Pugh when he was out campaigning in Bangor for that election. He was very frosty to me considering that he was asking people to vote for him and I did wonder if he knew who I was, because by that time I was experiencing maximum harassment and threats from the paedophiles’ friends. I asked Pugh what he intended to do about the abuses of the mental health services in north Wales – he turned tail and fled and decided to do a bit of canvassing with a group of students further down the road instead.

When I bumped into Pugh with his rosettes and gang of supporters I didn’t think of the hideous Hamlet and Coleg Llandrillo. I thought of something else for which Alun Pugh was much more famous in Bangor University – Alun Pugh was the former bedfellow of Meri Huws aka The Crack of Doom. As with all Meri’s liaisions, allegations were flying that Pugh was being used to land Meri jobs that she couldn’t do and should never have had (see post ‘Let Me Enlighten Lord Gnome…’).

Meri was Chair of the Welsh Language Board in 2004-12 – well Alun was the Minister for Culture, Welsh Language and Fun, although the most common allegation at the time was that Meri had landed that particular post as a result of her affair with Andrew Davies, another Welsh Gov’t Minister. But then there were those who claimed that Meri’s success with the Welsh Language Board selection panel was a result of her fling with Rhodri Morgan. Who could ever know?

After that particular scandal Meri entertained the nation by making noises about joining Plaid. There was only one question on everyone’s lips – who the hell is she shagging now???

Meri however when she was younger had been party to a great deal of information which her bedfellows will have found very useful but which will have also provided Meri with great blackmail capacity when people finally desperately wanted to be rid of her. Meri – it was getting pissed and abusive at official Bangor University functions that did it, people in high places wanted to know why the hell anyone had given you a job as PVC. And of course having yourself photographed completely bladdered, wearing that bacofoil jumpsuit with a zip that was undone rather too low among a crowd of ‘old students’ of Bangor University, not one of whom was under 80 years of age. The University magazines with that photo in mysteriously disappeared en masse when I and a few others were spotted howling with laughter at the photo.

However, the gerontocracy that runs Bangor University have to shoulder some of the blame for the appointment of Meri to high office. It was openly discussed that the VC knew damn well what a disaster putting Meri in charge of anything was going to be, but the Welsh Gov’t – ie. Rhodri – and the gerontocracy demanded that Meri and her talents be elevated to the post of PVC. Why did the old farts want a mad, drunken, abusive slapper appointed to a role which effectively was a diplomatic/ambassadorial one? Perhaps because many moons ago when Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends ran Bangor University and Sir William Mars-Jones the late corrupt judge was President of the institution, Meri was employed as a community social worker by Gwynedd County Council. Dafydd’s mistress Lucille Hughes was Director of Gwynedd Social Services and at that time the paedophiles were running the children’s homes in north Wales. The children’s homes in Bangor, Ty’r Felin – which was located on the Maesgeirchan estate – was supplying under-aged boys for sex parties in Dolphin Square and other locations outside of Wales whereas under-aged girls were taken to local pubs and to the Octagon nightclub in Bangor and sold for sex to predatory men (see post ‘Are You Local?’). I don’t know who accompanied the boys to London and Brighton and other locations, but the girls were taken to local pubs and to the Octagon by social workers employed by Gwynedd Social Services.

Meri worked as a community social worker on Maesgeirchan.

 

One thing that is worthy of observation since Alun Pugh was defeated by Darren Millar in Clwyd West in 2007, is that although every liberal and leftie in north Wales groaned when Darren was elected on the grounds that Darren was one for articulating relentlessly right wing opinions of the sort that are quite unusual in Wales, Darren has been quite a star where bringing attention to the atrocities of the NHS in north Wales has been concerned. He has demanded prosecutions and even wrote to the Chief Constable to say that. Another Tory MP in north Wales, Mark Isherwood, has also been very supportive to the victims of the paedophiles and their friends and has tried very hard to effect change. Meanwhile just about every other politician remains deeply in denial and if they do mention the slaughter that has gone on for years – and continues – it is simply to tell everyone that they’re going to empower service users. Then, much more volubly, they demand that Carwyn should give a great deal more money to the paedophiles’ friends.

 

To return to those with responsibility for Economic Development in Wales. Alan Pugh’s boss, the Minister for Economic Development, was the Lib Dem AM for South Wales East, 1999-10, Mike German. German was Leader of the Welsh Lib Dems, 2007-08 and was Deputy First Minister, 2000-01 and then again 2002-03, because the Welsh Gov’t was a Labour-Lib Dem Coalition, Oct 2000-May 03.

Mike German was educated at the Open University and St Mary’s College, Strawberry Hill, Twickenham (now St Mary’s University). In his early life he was a member of 28th Cardiff Sea Scout Group.

German trained and worked as a  music teacher before becoming Head of the European Unit at the WJEC (Welsh Joint Education Committee). Has also been a school governor.

The sexual abuse of John Owen’s pupils by John Owen was for years concealed by Mid-Glamorgan Education Authority and the WJEC (see post ‘Yet More Inglorious Bastards’).

Mike German was a Councillor and Leader of the Lib Dems on Cardiff City Council, 1983-96 and joint Leader of the Council, 1987-91. Mike German sat on Cardiff City Council with Alun Michael, who knows a lot more about the paedophiles and their friends than he has ever let on. Alun Michael, many many years ago, was involved with the Liberal Party – so he will have known about Jeremy Thorpe and Cyril Smith. Alun Michael also shared a flat with Paul Flynn, the Labour MP for Newport, for a long time. In the 1990s Paul Flynn appeared on TV programmes along with Dafydd. Paul Flynn did challenge the nonsense that Dafydd spouted about reefer madness, but Paul Flynn knew about Dafydd’s other activities but didn’t say a word – because in 1974 Paul Flynn stood as the Labour candidate in Denbigh and just about everybody in the town worked at the North Wales Hospital.

Alun Michael is also an old friend of paedophiles’ friend, former social worker Jane Hutt. Rhodri’s memoir comments that Michael and Hutt worked together on various charities and causes, including the Cardiff Broadcasting Company. So Hutt and Michael’s media connections must have been why the logic of Alun Michael resigning as FM literally as the Waterhouse Report was submitted to the Secretary of State for Wales was never explained (see post ‘News From Sicily’).

Rhodri Morgan mentions in his book that Tom Middlehurst supported Alun Michael for the Welsh Labour leadership. Tom Middlehurst was the AM for Alyn and Deeside, 1999-03. Middlehurst was among the paedophiles and their friends for years – before he became an AM he was the Chief Executive of Flintshire County Council, one of the successor Councils after Clwyd County Council disappeared in a puff of smoke in 1996 after the Jillings Report admitted that there had been serious inexcusable abuse of children in the care of Clwyd County Council for many years. Middlehurst also managed to save the paedophiles’ folly, Theatre Clwyd, when it had one of its many financial crises and once more the coffers of the Council were inexplicably empty. HOW Tom Middlehurst saved Theatre Clwyd was never explained, a great deal of money will have had to have been obtained from somewhere, but Middlehurst did manage to snare some big names to drum up a high profile for the Theatre (see post ‘Workers Play Time’).

Jane Hutt’s proud boast is that she founded Welsh Women’s Aid. I have mentioned previously on this blog that it is not possible to be involved with Women’s Aid and not know that a paedophile gang is operating in the area, because such matters affect women and their children. I knew people who worked for Women’s Aid in north Wales who admitted that they knew about the organised abuse of children but they could not make themselves heard within that organisation. I also have in my possession two copies of letters written by Bangor and District Women’s Aid after they were approached by a Hergest Unit patient who was faced with homelessness after leaving a difficult relationship. The first letter is a referral for ‘services’ in terms of the client being rehoused. The second letter was written some four weeks later, discharging the client from the Women’s Aid service. Had the client been rehoused or indeed received any ‘services’ at all? No. But she had complained about the paedophiles’ friends. The dates on those letters are during Hutt’s time as Health Minister.

One of the biggest problems with Bangor and District Women’s Aid was that one of the leading lights in that organisation – who I think genuinely did want to help people – had been the victim of the paedophiles’ friends herself when she had been referred to the mental health services. She knew that they were appalling and she was frightened of them. She will also have known that her job will have somehow have come to an end if she had dared speak about what was happening to her clients at the hands of the health and social care services.

Rhodri Morgan’s book mentions in passing that when the agreement to form the Labour-Lib Dem Coalition Gov’t was formed, Hutt – who was then the Health Minister ignoring the serious abuse of vulnerable people in north Wales – appeared with a near final draft of a partnership agreement.

Alun Michael and Jane Hutt will have both known that George Thomas was sexually assaulting young people (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’).

Just to ensure that there were no loose ends, Mike German’s first wife Georgette was also a Cardiff City Councillor. So they could have discussed the corruption in the City Council together, as well as the abuse of children in care in south Wales.

German had been involved with politics for many years before he was elected to the Assembly. He contested Cardiff North in Oct 1974 and 1979 for the Liberals. Cardiff North is a seat in which it seems to be essential to be a paedophiles’ friend to be nominated let alone win (see post ‘The Paedophiles’ Friends Of Cardiff North’). German then fought Cardiff Central in 1983 and in 1987 for the SDP-Liberal Alliance, but was unsuccessful.

So – like Alun Michael – German will have known that the Liberal Party concealed everything with which Jeremy Thorpe was involved, including their knowledge that he was openly discussing the need to have Norman Scott murdered years before someone did try and murder Norman (see post ‘My How Things Haven’t Changed’). Rhodri Morgan’s book provides a bit of info about Jeremy Thorpe’s 1979 trial that I hadn’t previously come across. Morgan was mates with Lord Gareth Williams, who was counsel for George Deakin when Deakin stood trial with Thorpe for conspiracy to murder. I knew that an incriminating tape existed in which Thorpe discussed the need to have Norman Scott murdered and I knew that Williams had called for the tape to be played in full knowing that some of the contents were so excruciatingly embarrassing to the Royal Family that no-one would actually dare do this and it was as a result of this ploy that George Deakin was acquitted.

Rhodri’s book mentions that what was causing the precise difficulty was Jeremy Thorpe’s status as someone who had conducted affairs with both Princess Margaret and Lord Snowdon. But between them Thorpe, Ma’am Darling and Lord Snowdon certainly did a great deal of bed hopping, so Marjorie Wallace is by no means the only person with the dirt on the Snowdons (see post ‘One Dangerous Fucker’) and their connections to the abuse of vulnerable people and the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal.

Gareth Williams QC did of course successfully represent the former senior North Wales Police officer Gordon Anglesea in 1994 when Anglesea sued for libel after he had been named as someone who had abused boys in care in north Wales. Anglesea was awarded nearly £400k in damages. Some weeks after the trial, Mark Humphreys was found dead, hanging from the stairwell in the block of flats in Wrexham in which he lived (see posts ‘Y Gwir Yn Erbyn Y Byd’ and ‘Y Gwir Yn Erbyn Y Byd – A Few Additional Comments’). In 2016 Anglesea was convicted of historic sex offences against boys in care in north Wales and imprisoned.

Rhodri Morgan had a very high opinion of Gareth Williams the paedophiles’ friend. Rhodri believed that Gareth Williams was, like John Smith, a barrister-politician who had principles, unlike Blair. Gareth Williams grew up in Prestatyn and went to Rhyl Grammar School before Cambridge University. He practised as a barrister and was then a recorder on the Chester and Wales Circuit for years whilst there was a major problem with corruption on the Circuit. Williams was a member of the Bar Council and at one point Chair of the Bar Council. He eventually became a Deputy High Court judge and leader of the Chester and Wales Circuit, again whilst corruption was endemic. Williams picked up his peerage in 1992 after the firebomb killed the five witnesses to the paedophile ring in north Wales/Cheshire (see post ‘The Silence Of The Welsh Lambs’).

In 1999 Blair appointed Gareth Williams as Attorney General for England and Wales and Attorney General for N Ireland. Well who better than a man at the heart of a rotten circuit which has concealed a murdering paedophile gang and fitted up their victims? Williams remained AG until 2001. So he was in post when the Waterhouse Report was published .

Rhodri’s book explains that Gareth Williams died suddenly at his home in 2003 whilst the Labour Party Conference was in full swing at Bournemouth. Williams, the paedophiles’ – and indeed aspiring murderers’ – friend, was ‘posthumously voted the best peer of all time’ by ‘his fellow lordships’. Well Gareth Williams certainly did them a few favours, the Lords is rather more congenial than a prison cell on the sex offenders wing.

Rhodri observed that if ever he had to hire a defending barrister, it would have been Gareth Williams rather than John Smith or Tony Blair. So if you had been recorded on tape organising a murder after shagging both Princess Margaret and Lord Snowdon or you were suing various media outlets after they had named you as a child abuser when indeed you were one, Gareth was the man for you.

When Williams died, the British state certainly pushed the boat out to give him a good send off. The RAF flew the whole of the British Cabinet and Rhodri – although he wasn’t a member of the Cabinet – from Hurn Airport in Bournemouth to Brize Norton in Oxfordshire in a transport aircraft and they were then bussed across to Great Tew, the village where Gareth Williams and his wife Veena lived and where the funeral was held.

So Gareth Williams received a rather better send off than one of the victims of the paedophiles’ and their friends whom I knew when I lived in Bethesda. This man had grown up in care, arrived into adulthood destitute, had spent a lifetime circulating between mental health facilities and ended up being utterly neglected by the Hergest Unit, who placed him in Neuadd Deiniol in Bangor, famously unsuitable accommodation which was categorised as a ‘nursing home’ and was run by one of Dafydd’s business associates. Because of his multiple health problems this man was supposedly being observed in the ‘nursing home’ every 20 mins. He was found dead after having choked on a ham sandwich but no-one managed to explain why he had been dead for a lot longer than 20 minutes before he was found.

Not only was this man’s death in 1999 or 2000 part of the Great Holocaust of potential witnesses whilst the Waterhouse Inquiry was underway, but he also was a witness to the whole sorry saga of the framing of an innocent man as a potential danger to his own baby by Gwynedd Social Services, whilst two other real abusers from the family which assisted in fitting that man up were protected by the Social Services, as well as to the suspicious death in a road accident of someone else who knew the details of all of this. The full story is detailed in my post ‘It’s All About Protecting Children’. The wrongdoing involved was extensive and serious and involved Gwynedd Social Services, the North Wales Police, the North Wales Housing Association, a crooked solicitor in Bethesda, all the GPs in Bethesda Surgery, the Hergest Unit, the Arfon Community Mental Health Team and Councillor Dafydd Orwig of Gwynedd County Council. And that’s just the bit that I know about it.

So a great many people might have breathed a sigh of relief when they heard that man had been found dead in Neuadd Deiniol.

After this witness to serious crime was found dead, there was an enormous row over what to do with his body. He had left no money and he only had one living relative – he had been married but had divorced some years before he died – and no authority would agree to bury him. So he remained ‘in the freezer’ (as another Hergest patient explained to me) for many months whilst the local authority tried to coerce his ex-wife (who was a Hergest patient and grossly neglected and penniless as well), his ex-wife’s brother (who was also a penniless, neglected Hergest patient) and his elderly great aunt – who hadn’t seen him since he was about eight years old – to cough up. None of them could even afford dentistry and spectacles let alone a funeral, so the local authority finally relented and a ‘pauper’s funeral’ was held, which was attended by a few patients. No mental health staff attended the funeral, not even the Rev Wynne Roberts, the Elvis-impersonating, singing, parishioner-shagging, disgraced vicar who doubled up as the chaplain at Ysbyty Gwynedd and who later joined the management of the Betsi Board and sat on the ethics committees for Ysbyty Gwynedd and Bangor University’s School of Healthcare Sciences (see post ‘Music Therapy Anyone?).

After writing those paragraphs and remembering it all, I am sorely tempted to ask any members of mental health staff from north west Wales who might be reading this if they feel at all ashamed of how they have conducted themselves. But the answer will of course be ‘no, not at all, we’re holding out for a pay rise’.

Gareth Williams knew Sir William Mars-Jones, a barrister and High Court judge who grew up in Flintshire and was also a paedophiles’ friend working on the Chester and Wales Circuit. Mars-Jones was President of UCNW (now called Bangor University) whilst the paedophiles’ friends were running the place and whilst Dr DGE Wood, a corrupt GP and T. Gwynne Williams, the lobotomist from the North Wales Hospital, were employed in the Student Health Centre – they were both facilitating the sex abuse ring in north Wales. I have documents in my possession which demonstrate that a Mrs Mars-Jones was being CC’d into letters from NHS bodies in north Wales which named people who had complained about the North Wales Hospital, as well as into letters regarding visiting Commissioners from the Mental Health Act Commission who had also complained. Mrs Mars-Jones appears to have been sent a hit list of people who dared challenge the paedophiles’ friends. I will be blogging more about this soon.

William Mars-Jones was a big name in London as well as in north Wales – he was a leading light in the Garrick as well as in the London Welsh Society.

 

Mike German will also have known Dr David Owen – who personally knew some of the Top Doctors who were facilitating the sex trafficking ring in north Wales (see post ‘Dr Death’).

I have read no accounts of anyone publicly challenging Mike German about his knowledge of serious criminality on the part of members of the Liberal Party, but German did end up at the centre of a police investigation by the South Wales Police and the audit experts at the WJEC in 2001 following allegations that German had claimed expenses fraudulently when he worked for the WJEC before he became an AM in 1999. German stood down as Deputy FM whilst the investigation took place. He hired his own legal team at considerable expense to himself – he had to sell his house and downsize in order to foot the bill. German was cleared and resumed his position as Deputy FM in 2002.

 

Rhodri Morgan states that the WJEC was a body which was completely under the control of Labour councillors in south Wales, in particular Jeff Jones, the Leader of Bridgend Council. Morgan mentions that Jeff Jones was a man who never had the political career in the Assembly that Jeff Jones and everybody who knew him expected him to have. Rhodri doesn’t explain why, but he claims that whilst it was still assumed that Ron Davies would be Wales’s FM after the formation of the Welsh Assembly – before that unfortunate business with Boogie on Clapham Common obliged Ron to resign as Secretary of State for Wales, just as Blair was about to appoint him as First Minister (see post ‘The Cradle Of Filth’) – Jeff Jones and everybody else expected that Jeff would be the Education Minister in Ron’s first Cabinet. Sadly for poor old Jeff he didn’t get as far as becoming an AM despite the best laid plans by Ron and him.

Rhodri states in his memoir that he knew that whatever allegations were levelled at the WJEC, it was a fundamentally sound organisation because his own mother had been an examiner for the WJEC for decades….

As it seems does every paedophiles’ friend who falls under suspicion but is somehow cleared, Mike German was given a peerage. In May 2010. So who filled the yawning gap left behind in the Assembly as a result of Mike’s departure to the Upper House? His wife did of course. In June 2010 Mrs German (by then Lady German), Veronica, became the Lib Dem AM for Mike’s old seat of South Wales East. However, Veronica could not be accused of not having the necessary experience – she had lived in south Wales for decades and had been a Councillor in Newport as well as in Torfaen.  

The MP for Torfaen 1987-2015 was Paul Murphy. Murphy was Secretary of State for Wales, 1999-02 and 2008-09. It was Murphy who took delivery of the Waterhouse Report in 2000 and he stated that he was glad that the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal had now been investigated in a transparent manner, that there had not been a whiff of a cover-up and that there was no link with any paedophile gang outside of north Wales. Murphy forgot to add that Sir Ronnie Waterhouse was a personal friend of many of those who ran the bodies which managed the services in which children were abused or which colluded with the abuse and that Ronnie refused to take evidence regarding or investigate any links with abusers outside of north Wales so it was no surprise that he failed to find any such links.

Before Murphy was elected, the MP for Torfaen was Leo Abse. Abse was a close friend of George Thomas, threatened and paid off people who claimed to have been sexually abused by Thomas and told the media a pack of lies when Thomas ended up in hospital after contracting an STD (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’). Abse was also the subject of a police investigation into historical child sex abuse. Paul Murphy was a Torfaen Councillor for years whilst Abse was the local MP.

Paul Murphy was also Secretary of State for N Ireland and was party to whatever sleazy deal Blair did there. The deal involved the suppression of the truth about the abuse of children at the Kincora Boys Home.

Murphy was the Chairperson of the Intelligence and Security Committee, 2005-08. Let’s hope that the security services don’t actually let that Committee know what they’re up to.

Murphy joined the slumbering hordes in the Upper House in 2015.

 

Veronica German was a school teacher in Gwent for 25 years. There was abuse of children happening in Gwent.

 

What with Mike German under investigation by the South Wales Police, in Feb 2002 Rhodri had to tweak his Cabinet as he was in need of a Minister for Economic Development after German had stepped down. So Andrew Davies, the Labour AM for Swansea West, 1999-11, was promoted to the position. The Andrew Davies who was busy having an affair with Meri Huws at the time…

Andrew Davies was the former Chair of Swansea West Labour Party, a member of the Welsh Labour Executive Committee and was a regional party official from 1984-91. Davies was one of the architects of devolution as the main organiser of the Labour Party Yes Campaign in 1997.

Davies is a graduate of Swansea University which is effectively run by Rhodri Morgan’s friends and relatives (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’).

Between 2007-09, Andrew Davies was Minister for Social Justice and Public Service Delivery and Minister for Finance and Public Service Delivery. Two things that were absolutely not happening in Wales whilst Davies held those positions were social justice and public services delivery.

Andrew Davies was born in and went to school in Herefordshire, but his parents are Welsh. His mother is from Llandeilo and his father is from the paedophiles’ friends heartland of Flintshire. Davies trained as a teacher as well as a counsellor and has worked in further, higher and continuing education. Something tells me that Andrew Davies knew all about the paedophiles and their friends in north Wales a long while before he ever encountered Meri Huws.

Davies left the Welsh Gov’t when Rhodri Morgan stood down as FM.

 

Before Rhodri was FM himself, Blair famously imposed Alun Michael on Wales as FM after the National Assembly was formed, although no-one but Blair really wanted Alun Michael as FM. Rhodri put up a battle but Blair rigged the process in numerous ways and Wales ended up with Alun Michael as FM but not for very long. Rhodri was given the job as Economic Development Minister in Alun Michael’s Cabinet.

Rhodri’s memoir is littered with anecdotes regarding the various dodges and fiddles that were carried out over the years in order to ‘bring business to Wales’ – as far as I can see in every case because a rich powerful person desired a particular outcome. Wales became a laughing stock as a result of the Korean LG deal in which £247 million of Welsh Office money was pissed down the drain and left a financial black hole that screwed the Assembly for the first ten years of its existence. LG and Corruption Bay were simply the most highly publicised cons which ripped off the tax payer, there were many, many more. LG was actually the handiwork of Lord Hague of the Massive Cover-Up of the Paedophile Ring…

I was interested to read Rhodri’s account of how the 5 star St David’s Hotel at Cardiff Bay was built. St David’s Hotel is a very nice place in which to stay but the Welsh political class don’t seem to view it as a privilege to live it up in the luxury of St David’s. This motley crew of not very bright ex social workers and local councillors see it as their God given right to crash out at St David’s at the tax payers expense, nowhere else could possibly be good enough for them. There is an Ibis Hotel in Cardiff which is so ‘budget’ that the rooms don’t even have a chair – there are only the most basic facilities and it seems to serve principally as a crash pad for people after hen and stag parties when they have got so wrecked that they can’t use public transport to get themselves elsewhere. I think it is about time that someone organised a conference for the paedophiles’ friends of the Cardiff Bay bubble and booked the whole lot of them into the Ibis for the night whilst allowing them to believe that they’ll be sleeping in their usual luxury suites at the St David’s Hotel. Then they’ll all have to go to Gregg’s for breakfast, because the Ibis doesn’t supply so much as a morning coffee.

According to Rhodri, Cardiff only ended up with the St David’s Hotel because when William Hague was Secretary of State for Wales he desperately fought for the 1998 European Summit to be held in Wales, but the Foreign Office said that this was out of the question because Wales didn’t have a 5 star hotel. So Hague went to see his mate Rocco Forte who had several hundred million quid on his hands after the Forte family lost out in the takeover battle against the Granada Group – and Hague asked him to build the St David’s Hotel. Of course Rocco Forte didn’t do this without a huge bribe – he received a grant of several million from the Cardiff Bay Development Corporation (see post ‘Corruption Bay Special’ for the lowdown on the CBDC). The Foreign  Office then agreed that the European Summit could scrape the barrel and drop in at Cardiff in 1998.

Not that the St David’s Hotel was built in time for the Summit, the Summit was actually held in Cathays Park – the Cardiff University buildings and the civic centre were all taken over for the week to host it. But at least Rocco Forte received millions of pounds to build a fantastic hotel that very few people in Wales can actually afford to stay in – but then that means it’s always available for the politicians and businessmen who do so well out of the taxes paid by the people who can’t afford to stay there themselves.

Hague – you and your mate Rocco must have known that the St David’s Hotel wouldn’t be finished in time for the summer of 1998, it was another year before it was finished. Did Rocco perhaps want to build an hotel in Cardiff anyway, so you thought up a way in which the tax payer would fund it?

Rhodri mentions that whilst he was FM, he was scrutinised by the Economic Development Committee, which was Chaired by Ron Davies. Ron resigned as Secretary of State for Wales after the Boogie business, but he didn’t actually go away, he remained as an AM for quite some time and then had to be effectively bribed to go away. I will be blogging the details of Ron’s exit arrangements soon.  Rhodri states that Ron remained seething about not being FM for a long time and allowed himself to be used by lobbyists for their own ends. Rhodri names Sir David Rowe-Beddoe as one such lobbyist. Rowe-Beddoe was Chair of the national embarrassment that was the WDA (see post ‘Corruption Bay Special’ for details of some of what Rowe-Beddoe was involved in), who along with Ron attempted to get the Trade and Export Promotion Unit in Rhodri’s Dept transferred to the WDA, although Rowe-Beddoe was supposed to have been working for Rhodri at the time.

What is clear is that everybody involved in business/economic development was fighting each other and using their knowledge of each others wrongdoing to ensure that huge amounts of money were channelled to their friends. Whilst they were doing this, they also duplicated each others work as they tried to build their own empires. Sadly none of them seemed to have any idea what they were doing – no wonder the business people that I knew during my years in Wales were tearing their hair out dealing with this bunch.

When I was a student I had a gardening job for a businessman who lived near me on Anglesey. I always found this man very pleasant and as far as I know he wasn’t a paedophiles’ friend – although I have found out that many people whom I always presumed were OK were involved in the most appalling conduct. Many years after I spent a summer working for this man he appeared on Welsh news having been fleeced by the WDA. The journo actually told him that he ‘had been rather naive’ to trust the WDA and my old associate explained aghast that he actually expected people to behave with a degree of integrity in business…

 

I heard two other people on the ‘Today’ programme this morning who know about the abuse of children and mental health patients but who have kept very quiet about it all.

I picked up the tail end of an interview with Paddy Pantsdown talking about regulation of the energy industry no less. Paddy was explaining that the population is well-educated and rather than state regulation of energy prices, ’empowered citizens’ can exercise a choice and thus the market can be regulated in that way. That would work if citizens were all well-educated – which they are not – and if politicians didn’t keep lying to the nation.

Paddy – you remained silent about Cyril Smith abusing children for years, which enabled him to carry on abusing them. You also worked with Dr Death, who knew about the most appalling criminal behaviour on the part of some of his Top Doctor colleagues. Did you warn anyone about this? No, you didn’t. If you didn’t warn people about this sort of criminality which resulted in yet more unsuspecting people being referred to Top Doctors who tried to traffick them into a sex abuse ring and more very vulnerable kids being taken into care and handed over to a gang of paedophiles, how can we trust you to give us the information that is needed to make ’empowered’ choices about purchasing energy?

Before being elected to Parliament, Paddy worked for the security services. The security services knew exactly what Peter Morrison, Dafydd et al were up to. They protected them, not their potential victims. Never mind advising us all on energy regulation Paddy, Brown and I would have really appreciated it if when we were 21 someone had just said to us ‘don’t ever go near those fucking Top Doctors again, they’re running a sex trafficking ring with connections to serious organised crime and witnesses have been found dead’. But no-one did – instead all those people who knew what they were doing not only dismissed our concerns but they pressurised me to go back and see the people traffickers…

You really could have warned us O Paddy of the Special Boat Service and High Representative of Bosnia and Herzegovia to whom people turn in a war because you’ve been a soldier – then at least we could have protected ourselves. I bet that you never sent your men into machine gun fire with no cover.

About an hour after Paddy dispensed his pearls, Owen Smith was interviewed, having been sacked from the Opposition front bench by Jeremy Corbyn yesterday. Owen’s been a naughty boy – he’s been talking about another EU referendum to try and overturn the result of the last one because the nation didn’t do what it was required and vote remain, so Jeremy has given him the boot.

I saw Owen speaking on a panel a few years ago and he was much brighter and more compos mentis than the drips who accompanied him, but the thing about Owen is that I don’t believe what he says. If Owen wanted, he could write a blog like this. Owen grew up in south Wales and his dad is a Labour historian who has worked at BBC Wales, the Universities of Cardiff, Swansea and Glamorgan and he is Chair of the Arts Council of Wales. Dai Smith knows as much about the paedophiles’ friends as I do and he’s given some of them money from the budget of the Arts Council of Wales. Owen is good mates with his dad, what Owen hasn’t picked up from elsewhere his dad will have told him.

Owen also knows all the funny little ways of the Top Doctors – he was previously an executive with Pfizer at a time when Pfizer was fiddling like there was no tomorrow. Pfizer must have liked Owen because they paid him a great deal of money.

Most intriguingly, Owen was Paul Murphy’s special advisor. In fact Owen was boasting about this on the radio this morning, telling the listeners about Murphy’s sterling work in N Ireland.

Owen – I can write lots about the wrongdoing of the paedophiles’ friends, the Top Doctors and  medical research/Big Pharma, because like you I’ve witnessed it. But I’d love to know what the basis of the deal that Blair and Paul Murphy thrashed out in N Ireland was – oh and who was the member of the Royal Family who was alleged to have been implicated in the Kincora Boys’ Home Scandal? Could you please start writing a blog asap?

 

Apocalypse Now

Since I wrote my post ‘Oh Lordy, It’s CR UK’ detailing the scientific fraud and misconduct that I witnessed on the part of some of those who are now among the biggest names in cancer research when I worked in cancer research myself, there has been a horde of celebs appearing in the media stressing that they have cancer and oh how they wish that they’d Got Tested. So in my post ‘Reports Of Death Were Greatly Exaggerated’ I reminded everyone of the Chilvers Report published in Sept 1990 which within weeks was utterly discredited and made history in terms of a piece of work which was deeply flawed and could not be believed. The work was funded by the Cancer Research Campaign and the Imperial Cancer Research Fund and the team was led by Professor Clair Chilvers, a leading light in cancer research at the time who, after being completely disgraced, went to work for the Dept of Health, Chaired two NHS Trusts and now ‘leads’ a charity conducting mental health research. One of the authors, Prof Tim McElwain, was found dead after the scale of the disaster became clear – it was assumed that he had killed himself, although a veil seems to have been drawn over the circumstances of Prof McElwain’s death.

I mentioned that I don’t have access to a university library at the moment so I was unable to access a copy of the original paper by Chilvers et al. However, a reader has very kindly sent me a copy. The celebs are still queuing up to bang on about their Cancer Journeys – although I did hear Helen Stokes-Lampard, Chair of the Royal College of General Practitioners, very effectively demolishing the myths surrounding the PSA test for prostate cancer on Radio 4, which was a breath of fresh air. Stokes-Lampard was robustly opposed by another Top Doctor who desperately wants many more men to undertake the PSA test, although it throws up so many false positives that it is virtually a waste of time.

Now that I have a copy of Chilvers’ paper to hand, I’ll make a few more observations. First, I need to clarify that although the paper is known as the Chilvers Report and in my post ‘Reports Of Death Were Greatly Exaggerated’ I referred to ‘Chilvers et al’ because Chilvers led the team, I note that the co-authors actually list themselves alphabetically on the paper. The full reference is ‘Survival of Patients With Breast Cancer Attending The Bristol Cancer Help Centre’: F.S. Bagenal, D.F. Easton, E. Harris, C.E.D. Chilvers, T.J. McElwain, The Lancet, Sep 8, 1990.

Chilvers, Bagenal and Easton were named as being affiliated to the Section of Epidemiology, Institute of Cancer Research, Sutton, Surrey. Harris was affiliated to the Bristol Cancer Help Centre and McElwain was affiliated to the Section of Medicine, Institute of Cancer Research and the Royal Marsden Hospital.

I note that on the paper, Chilvers stated that her present address was the Dept of Public Health Medicine and Epidemiology, University of Nottingham Medical School, Queen’s Medical Centre, Nottingham. In my post ‘Reports Of Death Were Greatly Exaggerated’ I mentioned that as a result of working at the Queen’s Medical Centre, Chilvers would have known about the research fraud and wrongdoing of Prof Robert Baldwin, Director of the Cancer Research Campaign Laboratories at Nottingham University (see post ‘Oh Lordy, It’s CR UK’), because Baldwin’s labs were located across the road from the Queen’s Medical Centre and some of Baldwin’s oppressed staff were married to people who worked at the Queen’s Medical Centre. The medical students who complained bitterly after they had been on placement at Baldwin’s labs were students at Queen’s. The authorities at Queen’s undoubtedly knew about Baldwin’s scam and as I explained in my post ‘Oh Lordy, It’s CR UK’, the CRC team at the University of Surrey also knew about Baldwin – members of that team were working at the Institute for Cancer Research by 1992.

So Clair Chilvers led that rubbish piece of research and before it was published had already found a home for herself in Nottingham – but not in the dreaded Robert Baldwin’s labs. Would Clair Chilvers like to tell us exactly what deal was done on the basis of the paper which was discredited within weeks of publication?

On Nov 10, 1990 letters from Chilvers and Sir Walter Bodmer (the Director of the Imperial Cancer Research Fund, one of the bodies which funded the flawed study) – for details regarding Walter and his stellar career, see post ‘Reports Of Death Were Greatly Exaggerated’ – accepting that the study had design faults and that the conclusions were invalid were published in The Lancet.

In ‘Reports Of Death Were Greatly Exaggerated’ I explained how Walter Bodmer’s career nevertheless headed for the stars after the shit hit the fan – he did even better out of it all than did Clair Chilvers. But what of the other people involved who were working for the CRC and ICRF?

Of Ms F.S. Bagenal – who was named as the author ‘for correspondence’ – there is no trace in the field of cancer research. There is a Frances Bagenal who is a geophysicist – it is not entirely impossible that after the Chilvers Report, Ms F.S. Bagenal waved a fond farewell to the Top Doctors and the causes close to their hearts and retrained as a geophysicist, but that is just me speculating.

D.F. Easton is Douglas Easton who can be found on the University of Cambridge website. He is now Professor Douglas Easton, Director of the Centre for Cancer Genetic Epidemiology within the Dept of Public Health and Primary Care/Dept of Oncology. We are told that Douglas ‘studied Mathematical Statistics at the University of Cambridge before gaining a PhD in Genetic Epidemiology at the University of London in 1992.  In 1995 he set up the Cancer Research UK Genetic Epidemiology Unit at Cambridge, where he was a CR-UK Principal Research Fellow from 2001-2011.  He was awarded Professorship of Genetic Epidemiology in 2003’.

So Douglas was involved in the Chilvers study whilst he was a PhD student – undertaking a thesis on statistics no less. His name was on a paper that was notorious in terms of epitomising everything that was wrong with science two years before he bagged his PhD. Five years after the publication of that paper, Douglas established his own unit at Cambridge University – funded by the charity which was brought into disgrace along with Douglas five years previously. Douglas now has a Chair at Cambridge. In 2017 Cambridge was delighted to find that it was ranked as the second best university in the world according to the league table produced by the Times Higher Education Supplement. So what exactly is it in which Douglas leads the world?

In the words of Cambridge University: ‘The main research interest of the Centre is in genetic susceptibility to common cancers and the aim of Professor Easton’s research group is to identify and characterise genetic variants associated with cancer risk, with particular emphasis on the hormone related cancers.  Much of their recent work has focused on the analysis of genome-wide association studies (GWAS) to characterise common susceptibility variants, and the characterisation of susceptibility loci through fine-mapping.  The group has conducted GWAS in breast cancer, prostate, endometrial and testis cancer.  Prof Easton’s group also co-ordinates three large international consortia: the Breast Cancer Association Consortium (BCAC), Prostate Cancer Association Group to Investigate Cancer Associated Alterations in the Genome (PRACTICAL, a collaboration with Professor Ros Eeles – team leader at ICR, London-) and, in collaboration with Dr Antoniou and Dr Georgia Chenevix-Trench (head of Cancer Genetics at QIMR Medical Research Institute, Queensland, Australia), the Consortium of Investigators of Modifiers of BRCA1/2 (CIMBA).  Professor Easton’s current work includes evaluating the role of rarer variants in breast and prostate cancer, and susceptibility to cancer-related traits including breast density, steroid hormones and telomere length’.

Anyone still want to Get Tested?

 

The Chilvers Report contains a bit more information that it is worth mentioning. The patients in the study came from the Bristol Cancer Help Centre, the Royal Marsden and two District General Hospitals – Crawley Hospital and the Royal Surrey County Hospital, Guildford. I don’t know anything about Crawley Hospital, but when I worked for the CRC at the University of Surrey I knew much about the Royal Surrey County Hospital, because it was the local hospital. Professor Vincent Marks, the leader of the CRC team at the University of Surrey, was a Top Doctor as well as a scientist and Vincent worked at the Royal Surrey County Hospital. Vincent Marks undoubtedly knew about Baldwin’s scam in Nottingham because two of the leading lights in his team discussed it with me. They were both good mates with Vincent Marks and they must have discussed it with him if they discussed it with me. There is another factor to be taken into consideration though. The Chilvers Report was widely perceived to have been an attempt to discredit the ‘alternative therapies’ offered at the Bristol Centre. Vincent Marks did not like alternative therapies and he was a Top Doctor who was voluble in his denouncement of them.

I am someone who was and is of the opinion that many ‘alternative therapies’ are ineffective and are as dishonestly marketed as much as some conventional treatments are, so I don’t have a problem with scientists who are trying to shine a light on quackery. However, whilst all this was going on, the medical establishment were involved in a full scale civil war with the Gov’t as well as with alternative practitioners and it was a very dirty war on the part of everyone. Vincent’s brother was Dr John Marks, the Chairman of the BMA. John Marks was such a pain in the bum to Thatcher’s administrations that he is singled out for a mention in Ken Clarke’s memoir (see post ‘Running The Country – And All That Jazz’). John Marks was Chairman of the BMA whilst Dr Dafydd Alun Jones, Dr Tony Francis (Dr X) and others were facilitating the Westminster Paedophile Ring. Documents in my possession demonstrate that Tony Francis was actually CC’ing letters about me to the BMA – these were letters detailing how Francis et al were going to fit me up for serious offences in an attempt to get me under lock and key.

The integrity of the BMA could not be relied upon.

There were some other people involved in the Chilvers study whose names were kept out of the scandal which followed the publication of the paper. In the introduction to the paper, it was explained that the study began in June 1986 – not, as Jean Corston MP stated in the Commons some years later, in 1985 – after Bristol Cancer Help Centre staff and patients invited a team of doctors and scientists to discuss how the results achieved by the ‘Bristol approach’ could be scientifically validated. The team advising on this were Lord McColl, Tim McElwain, Sir Walter Bodmer, Clair Chilvers and Dr Peter Macguire.

Lord McColl is Ian McColl, the former Professor of Surgery at Guy’s who according to his wiki entry still undertakes some teaching there. McColl was given a peerage for his work for disabled people, although I can’t find any indication of exactly what it was that he did to assist disabled people that caused someone to believe that McColl was deserving of this honour. McColl was PPS to PM John Major, 1994-97. So McColl was in post as the nightmare of dealing with Dafydd as he resisted retirement (see post ‘The Evolution Of A Drugs Baron?’), the shutting down of the North Wales Hospital – except of course it wasn’t closed down in 1995 as everybody was told, a part of it remained open – and organising the cover-up which was the Waterhouse Inquiry had to be handled. Whilst McColl was PPS to Major, Sir Peter Morrison was found dead, so that was one problem off a few shoulders.

McColl was Shadow Minister for Health, 1997-2000. So Lord Ian was on hand to deal with any difficult questions upon publication of the Waterhouse Report. Perhaps questions such as ‘why was a judge appointed to Chair this Inquiry who is a personal friend of so many people who ran the paedophile ring under investigation?’

McColl is a Trustee and surgeon to the charity Mercy Ships. For more details regarding Ian and a monumental porkie that he told to some of his colleagues in the Lords, see post ‘The Creme de la Creme’. 

Recently McColl has become an advocate to stop human trafficking. In June 2015, he introduced a private member’s bill to prohibit the advertising of prostitution. Of course prostitutes should not be allowed to advertise. They should be trafficked by Dafydd et al and forced to work for them – perish the thought that the prostitutes might be running the business themselves and calling the shots.

 

Dr Peter Mcguire died in 2006. His obituary in the Guardian stated that ‘since 2004 all future cancer specialists in Britain are expected to receive specific training in how best to communicate with patients. This achievement was, in no small part, due to the work of Peter Maguire, Professor of Psychological Medicine at Manchester University, who has died aged 66 from leukaemia. He believed that psychiatry should be at the heart of medicine’.

So Peter Mcguire was a psychiatrist at Manchester University – which was where Tony Francis (Dr X) worked immediately prior to relocating to north Wales and assisting Dafydd with the sex trafficking gang. Furthermore Dafydd’s mate the psychiatrist Bob Hobson also worked at Manchester University – Manchester University played no small part in concealing the abuse of kids in care and psych patients in north Wales (see post ‘The Mentor’).

The Guardian explains that ‘In 1988, his [Mcguire’s] work attracted the attention of the Cancer Research Campaign (now CR UK), which funded his work for over 15 years’.

So Francis’s and Dafydd’s mate found that his sterling work came to the attention of the CRC in 1988 – whilst I was working with the CRC in Surrey and whilst, my documents show, Dafydd, Francis and their partner in crime Alun Davies, were illegally accessing information in attempts to find out personal information about me, including my home address. In July 1989, Professor Robert Bluglass – in collaboration with a number of others, including Professor Robert Owen the corrupt Medical Ombudsman from the Welsh Office – performed the Great Cover-Up of the criminality of Dafydd, Francis and Gwynedd Social Services, in the wake of my complaint about them (see post ‘Enter Professor Robert Bluglass CBE’).

Exactly one year later, July 1988, the Butler-Sloss Report was published which concealed the extent of the mess which was the Cleveland Child Abuse Scandal. The Cleveland Scandal was whipped up by some Top Doctors and social workers in the north east of England who had connections to the paedophiles’ friends in north Wales and it served as a very useful distraction from the criminal activities of the paedophiles of north Wales when Alison Taylor, Mary Wynch and I all witnessed and had gained evidence of serious crime on their part and refused to shut up about it (see post ‘Twas The Night Before Christmas And The Culprits Were Named’).

I only worked for the CRC in Surrey for one year – March 1988-March 1989 – because I was told that the funding to extend my contract had not been forthcoming from the CRC. I explained in post ‘Oh Lordy, It’s CR UK’ how very recently I discovered that whilst I was working at Surrey, data collected by me had been given to Professor Nicola Curtin of Newcastle-Upon-Tyne Medical School – who was not part of the project that I was working on and receiving funding for – without my knowledge or consent and that Curtin subsequently published it under her own name.

Whilst my data was given to someone else who continued to receive funding from the CRC, my contract was terminated – furthermore, not only did the CRC seek out Mcguire and give him lots of money at this time, but Mcguire’s funding continued after the Chilvers Report blew up in everyone faces.

The Guardian explains that ‘Peter maintained a busy clinical practice meeting the needs of seriously depressed cancer patients and their relatives at the Christie Hospital, Manchester and helping those struggling with traumatic bereavements. He always contended that to work directly with patients and their families was essential if he was to maintain the validity and integrity of his training and academic work.’

But Peter didn’t maintain any integrity at all, the Chilvers Report was evidence of that. Not that it held him back.

The Guardian states that ‘At a celebration of his career in 2004, many senior clinicians made it clear that their choice of speciality had been influenced by Peter’s work and all gave testimony to his personal interest in them. Some indicated that cancer care in their country or region had been influenced by the ‘Maguire’ model. The work now continues at the Maguire Communication Skills Training Unit, with initial funding from the Sir Edward Holt Trust, Cancer Research UK and the local cancer network’.

Mcguire read medicine at St Mary’s Hospital Medical School, London and trained in psychiatry at Edinburgh and Oxford, where he established collaborative research between the disciplines of psychiatry and surgery before moving to Manchester in 1974. So Mcguire moved to Manchester the very same year that Dafydd’s mate Bob Hobson  relocated to Manchester. Which was also at about the time that Tony Francis joined the merry band at Manchester.

In 1988 – halfway through what would become the disgraced Chilvers study – Mcguire established and directed the Cancer Research Campaign Psychological Medicine Research Group.

According to the Guardian, ‘Peter was a source of inspiration as well as an excellent colleague and dedicated researcher and clinician. We shall miss his loud and infectious laugh and his mischievous sense of fun’.

The world nearly split its sides laughing when Tim McElwain topped himself – what a scamp Peter Mcguire must have been.

The Christie Hospital, Mcguire’s stomping ground for over 30 years, has been classified as ‘outstanding’ by the CQC.

 

Now CR UK et al – please provide details of the circumstances of Tim McElwain’s death. We can’t ask Tony Francis what stinking heap of crap he, Dafydd and his mate Mcguire cooked up because Francis killed himself a few years ago just after Operation Pallial re-opened the investigation into the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal and Mcguire has turned his toes up as well now, but someone somewhere knows why Tim McElwain killed himself whilst the rest of this bunch of crooks and charlatans went from strength to strength. Oh – and did the Chilvers study REALLY begin in 1986 as claimed? Or did that study perhaps begin in 1988 – when Dafydd, Tony Francis and the BMA decided that I was going to be shafted and that their mates would be receiving CRC dosh instead? You’ve lied about everything else, how can anyone believe a word of what was published? Will you now make your data public?

I managed to stay alive against all the odds- but Tim McElwain didn’t you worthless scumbags. Was Prof McElwain’s death actually a suicide?

Tim McElwain was found dead on 26 Nov 1990. Margaret Thatcher announced her resignation on 22 Nov 1991 but remained in office until 28 Nov, by which time John Major had been appointed to succeed her. Sir Peter Morrison – who had organised Thatch’s failed leadership campaign whilst molesting children – remained as her PPS until 28 Nov.

 

Just to encourage everyone to come clean, I’ll name the other Top Doctors involved in this dreadful episode, or at least those whom Clair Chilvers thought it worth citing in the acknowledgements on the paper: Prof P.S. Boulter, Dr A. Folkes, Dr A.Y. Rostom, Dr C.A. Topham, Dr W.F. White, Dr J. Brent (Guildford); Mr J.C. Ball, Mr S.J. Janvrin, Mr J. Neely (Crawley); Dr Trevor Powles and Dr Sue Ashley (Royal Marsden Hospital); Professor Sir Murdering Bastard (BMA, Royal College of Paedophiles).

I’ve made the last one up but I bet no-one’s spotted that.

 

The issue of The Lancet which published the laughable Chilvers Report also published – as a ‘Viewpoint’ column –  an article concerning the Assisted Death Institute of Medical Ethics Working Party on the Ethics of Prolonging Life and Assisted Death. The Chairman of the working party was Mr Geoffrey Drain.

Geoffrey Drain began his career as a trade unionist and ended it as a Director of the Bank of England. Geoffrey Sewer was Assistant Secretary, Institute of Hospital Administrators 1946-52; Executive, Milton Antiseptic Ltd 1952-58; he was called to the Bar in 1955; Deputy General Secretary, NALGO 1958-73 and General Secretary 1973-83; member, General Council of the TUC 1973-83; President, National Federation of Professional Workers 1973-75; Director, Bank of England 1978-86.

So Geoffrey Sewer led the union which represented the people who ran institutions like the North Wales Hospital Denbigh in the post-war years when the inmates were straight-jacketed, shocked and lobotomised because chlorpromazine was not yet available to drug them senseless.

During the 10 years that Sewer led NALGO, 1973-83, it was the largest white-collar union in Britain and the third largest union in the country with ‘an exceptional influence’ in local and central government. Many of those named in the child abuse scandals – including in north Wales – were members of NALGO and some of them were NALGO reps. Sewer led NALGO during the years of excess in terms of the infiltration of the UK Social Services Depts by paedophiles – it was whilst the nation’s paedophiles were sheltering under the umbrella which was NALGO that business boomed at John Allen’s Bryn Alyn Community and Dafydd’s dungeon filled up with victims of sexual assault.

In Dec 2017, the Morning Star reported the death of Ivan Beavis, the Morning Star Fighting Fund organiser and for many years its circulation and then campaigns manager. Before working at the Morning Star, Beavis was an activist and a rep with NALGO and was elected to its National Executive in 1988. Beavis stayed on the Executive through NALGO’s merger with NUPE and COHSE to form UNISON in 1993 (for more details of the way in which the comrades in these unions abused vulnerable people, see post ‘A Very COHSE Relationship With Some Very Nasty People’), stepping down in 1999.

Jeremy Corbyn told the Morning Star that he remembered meeting Mr Beavis when Beavis was NALGO rep at County Hall in London and Jeremy was the NUPE organiser. ‘The staff association had more members’, Jeremy recalled, ‘but under Ivan NALGO membership grew and we worked very closely together. Ivan was dedicated to trade unionism and all progressive causes and was always a cheery presence on demonstrations’.

I’m glad that you all had a good time on the demos Jezza – up in north Wales the victims of a paedophile gang were imprisoned in a dungeon and were being found dead and those responsible had mates in your neck of the woods in Haringey and Islington.

As for Geoffrey Sewer, he started his political life as a left-winger and a Bevanite. He was a Labour councillor in Hampstead and a leading figure in that local party during the late 1950s. He tried unsuccessfully to force the expulsion of Gaitskell from the Hampstead party when Gaitskill as Labour leader advocated the toning down of socialist ideology and the abandonment of Clause 4 and nationalisation. Sewer shifted to the right during the period of Wilson’s Gov’t, especially after his appointment as Deputy General Secretary of NALGO, 1958-73. By the time that he became General Secretary of the union of choice of the paedophile gangs, Sewer was a ‘moderate, statesmanlike trade-union leader ready to set a pattern for responsible trade unionism and co-operation with [Wilson’s] Gov’t of 1974’. By then Sewer was a member of the TUC General Council.

Four years later, in the critical period of James Callaghan’s premiership, Sewer became a member of the ‘Neddy Six’, a powerful group of the TUC’s inner cabinet. The Neddy Six – so called because they comprised the six most senior TUC leaders who sat on the National Economic Development Council – were the principal conduit between the Labour government and the trade-union movement. The other members were: Jack Jones, Hugh Scanlon, David Basnett, Alfred Allen, Len Murray. All but Jones and Sewer became peers – I cannot imagine why Sewer did not become a peer, I would have thought that he would have fallen into the same category as Margaret Hodge and have been given every gong and honour that it was possible to be given.

Sewer was at the historic meeting between the PM James Callaghan and the TUC leaders on the eve of the 1978 trade-union congress – a meeting which Callaghan held over dinner at his Sussex farm to discuss the timing of the coming General Election. Yes, the PM actually wined and dined a paedophiles’ friend and asked his advice as to when to call a General Election. But then that PM was busy colluding with serious crime to conceal the child molesting of George Thomas, a fellow south Wales Labour MP – and by the time that Sewer was telling the PM what to do, Speaker of the House (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’).

The Margaret Thatcher Foundation has published the diaries of Thatch online and I note that on 25 June 1979 15.00 Thatch had a meeting with the  TUC Economic Committee – Lord Allen, Mr. David Basnett, Mr. Frank Chapple, Mr. Tony Christopher, Mr. Geoffrey Drain, Mr. Moss Evans, Mr. Alan Fisher, Mr. Joe Gormley, Mr. Tom Jackson, Mr. Clive Jenkins, Mr. T. Parry, Mr. Harry Urwin, Mr. Len Murray, Mr. Norman Willis, Mr. David Lea, Mr. Bill Callaghan, Mr. Cumming, Mr. Percy, Mr. Barber] + Chancellor of the Exchequer [Sir Geoffrey Howe] and Secretary of State for Employment [Jim Prior] [ Mr. Ian Gow, Mr. David Wolfson, Mr. Clive Whitmore, Mr. Henry James, Mr. Tim Lankester] – No. 10.

It’s good to know that Thatch was meeting Geoffrey Sewer whilst he was affording complete protection to the people who were supplying her mates Peter Morrison and Jimmy Savile – as well as others – with under-aged kids to abuse. Whilst Thatch was holding this tete a tete with Sewer, Mary Wynch was illegally imprisoned in the North Wales Hospital Denbigh (see post ‘The Mary Wynch Case – Details’) and later told me that Dafydd encouraged the adolescents on the children’s ward to have sex with each other whilst the Angels gathered around to watch.

The Good Old Days!

Sewer’s obituary in the Indie stated that Sewer ‘was an improbable trade union leader’, ‘always immaculately dressed, as befitted the highest-paid trade union leader at that time’. He was a long-standing member of the Marylebone Cricket Club (MCC). Jeffrey Archer was a member of the MCC and Robert Alexander QC – who acted as Archer’s Counsel in 1987 when Archer won libel damages after perjuring himself – was President and Chairman of the MCC (see post ‘Tuppence And His Fragrant Wife’).

Sewer was a Director of the Bank of England, 1978-86 and a Director of numerous companies. He was a member of countless committees dealing with health administration, local government and the law – including the Lord Chancellor’s Advisory Committee on Legal Aid (1974- 76). Who better to occupy such roles than the man who led the organisation which dispensed free legal advice to gangs of paedophiles who were murdering the witnesses to their crimes?

 

This is why I have serious reservations about assisted dying. It’s not that I want terminally ill people to die slowly and painfully in great distress, it is that the Top Doctors and those who toady to them cannot be trusted on any matter and are involved in serious organised crime.

 

A few days ago BBC News Wales ran an interview with an elderly lady whom it claimed was a ‘a spy’ whose lips were still sealed about ‘war time secrets’. I watched the clip and as far as I could work out this spy was about as much of a spy as Trumpers was – she had played a minor role in the WW II effort and explained that she’d joined up Special Operations Executive because she liked the uniform. People playing ‘minor’ roles in WWII did of course matter – after all some of them died – but there was a cadre of well-bred young women who, a la Trumpers, did nothing but were given grandiose job titles and have dined out on it ever since. I suspect that the ‘spy’ interviewed by the BBC was one of that group. This spy however – one Helen Taylor-Thompson – has done a few other things of far greater interest since she sported that fetching uniform during the war.

Helen Taylor-Thompson is Co-Founder and Life President of something called CAN (Community Action Network), ‘a network of social entrepreneurs who share a commitment to tackle social problems through business’. In the mid 1990s Helen – along with Adele Blakebrough and Lord Andrew Mawson, co-founders of CAN – organised the Great Banquet, a nosh in London for 33,000 people ‘from every background’, although presumably they weren’t all sitting around the same dining table. This was the launch of CAN.

Before I provide a few details about Helen the Spy Whose Lips Are Forever Sealed, I need to say a bit about Adele and Lord Andrew Mawson to give readers some idea of the sort of folk involved with CAN and that massive nosh.

Adele Blakebrough ‘has helped companies such as  Sony, Coca-Cola, and O2 to implement corporate social responsibility strategies’. She ‘strongly believes that big businesses can learn lessons from the Third sector, as well as charities learning from the corporate world’. Adele’s ‘strength as a speaker is to connect her own world with the worlds of her audience’. Adele is Chief Executive of the Social Business Trust and ‘one of the UK’s most influential social entrepreneurs’. She is ‘an inspirational keynote speaker on corporate responsibility’. She founded the Social Business Trust in 2010 and set out on a mission to ‘identify growing social enterprises and to help scale them up, with the help of partners, including Credit Suisse, Clifford Chance, British Gas and BT’.

You couldn’t get much more socially responsible than those companies that Adele has been involved with could you. According to someone from Sony, ‘Adele has a unique combination of vision and experience. Not only does she inspire you to do something but gives you the tools to do it’.

Adele was Director of Kaleidoscope, a ground-breaking London charity aimed at stabilising the lives of heroin addicts.

Dr Dafydd Alun Jones and CAIS work as partners with a drug charity called Kaleioscope – I wonder if it’s the same one.

Adele is ‘a witty and highly engaging speaker, who is never afraid to tell stories about things that have gone wrong in order to help people understand how to improve their chances of getting things right. She knows the worlds of the Third sector, the public sector and business and can talk with insight and inspiration about getting the best out of people in all three. She is comfortable in a wide range of settings. She has spoken with great impact to large gatherings of civil servants, management consultants, bankers, professional women and at a number of party political conferences’.

Adele’s strength as a speaker ‘is to connect her own world with the worlds of her audience, so that people find themselves inspired in their own situation through intensified understanding of someone else’s challenges and triumphs. So, the banker and management consultant gain insight from the world of community re-cycling or drug abuse’.

Adele originally trained as a Baptist Minister.

The Great Banquet may have brought people from all social backgrounds together, but Adele doesn’t remember the cleaning lady – Adele remembers that the Great Banquet was attended by a man called Tony Blair and another man called the Rev Jesse Jackson.

However Adele really hit the jackpot when in 2010 she sat at the Cabinet table with PM David Cameron and Deputy PM Nick Clegg when they launched their ‘Big Society’ programme. Readers might remember that the Big Society was that idea of Dave’s which led to Dave giving millions to Kids’ Company without question, because Cameron and Cleggy were too thick to see through the pseudoscientific bollocks of Camila Batmanghelidjh.

Cameron – next time that a woman with a degree in theatre studies starts talking to you about the ‘thermostatic regulation of the emotions’ and ‘self-soothing neural pathways’, do invite someone who knows their arse from their elbow to come and listen to the pitch before handing over the blank cheque.

Adele has ‘convened a top level summit on the role of social enterprise in education, with the support of Ministers and ex-Ministers from across the political spectrum’. Where no doubt a few more gullible idiots were persuaded to part with taxpayers’ money.

Another co-founder of CAN, Lord Andrew Mawson, is also a social entrepreneur who trained as a Baptist Minister – he was ordained in 1979. Mawson was President of CAN until 2010. Andrew is ‘best known’ for his work at the Bromley Bow Centre, the UK’s first Healthy Living Centre. The Centre ‘has pioneered a whole new approach to community regeneration, which uses entrepreneurship and the creative arts as the tools to transform one of the most deprived areas of the UK. In doing this the Centre has led the development of and become a national exemplar for Healthy Living Centres and Children’s Centres’.

Healthy Living Centres have made bugger all difference to the health of the UK population as statistics relating to health outcomes in the UK demonstrate and the evidence regarding the various types of ‘children’s centres’ suggests that their effectiveness is variable. For example ‘Sure Start’ benefited disadvantaged parents but there was no effect on children’s outcomes, or at least those outcomes which were measured because people presumed that there would be an impact upon them.

However, we are assured that the Bromley by Bow model is now ‘recognised internationally’ and Andrew has been invited to present his work at numerous international symposiums, including the 18th World Conference on Health Promotion and Health Education sponsored by the WHO. The Centre is cited in numerous White Papers and policy documents and was described by Sir Kenneth Calman as ‘five years ahead of its time’.

Sir Kenneth Calman was Chief Medical Officer of Scotland, 1989-91 and then of England and Wales, 1991-98. Ken was appointed by John Major – he succeeded the old crook Sir Donald Acheson who was tasked with getting those involved with the Westminster Paedophile Ring to wake up to the fact that they could well contract HIV from the under-aged drug using rent boys with whom they were having sex (see post ‘Running The Country – And All That Jazz’) – but Sir Ken hung around long enough to serve under Blair, at least for a little while. Readers will have noticed that Sir Ken was CMO for England and Wales during the paedophile years in north Wales, the years when Dafydd built up his drugs empire, the closing down that wasn’t of the North Wales Hospital Denbigh and the first part of the Waterhouse Inquiry…

Sir Ken’s good fortune continued whilst Blair was PM and beyond – Sir Ken became VC of Durham University and is now Chancellor of Glasgow University…

Sir Ken is an oncologist and he’ll know all about the endemic research fraud in cancer research. For more details re Sir Ken and a Mystery which took place at Glasgow University on his watch, see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part V’.

 

Lord Andrew Mawson has been a member of the PM’s Delivery Unit – which PM I do not know, but as Blair, Brown and Cameron all used the same lame advisors who came out with the sort of idiocy spouted by Andrew and Adele it probably doesn’t matter. He was a founding member of Poplar Harca, (a £300 million housing company in east London) and of Leaside Regeneration Ltd., which runs a £100 million regeneration programme in east London close to the Olympic site. Lord Andrew was also involved in something called Water City – it seems to be a grandiose ambition to  transform some canals into something amazing – with Blair’s mate Lord Richard Rogers, who supplied the nation with much entertainment when he designed Blair’s folly the Millennium Dome.

In 1996 Andrew was asked to take responsibility for the Stanton Guildhouse in the Cotswolds where he is now President.  Stanton Guildhouse is a ‘successful national training and conference facility and a sustainable social enterprise’. Stanton Guildhouse is certainly not something for the disposessed of East London – it is ‘a beautiful Grade II listed conference centre specialising in select, small conferences’, which promotes ‘social entrepreneurship, assists with corporate team building and advises on business troubleshooting’. Stanton provides fully catered accommodation in a ‘visually stunning manor house’ – ‘an elegant venue for weddings or special events’. 

Andrew received an OBE for his work in Tower Hamlets in the Millennium New Years Honours List. He was awarded a peerage in 2007 – he sits as a crossbencher.

Manchester University’s International Festival of Public Health web page also features Andrew. We are told that Andrew ‘has recently been appointed Chairman of Well North, a Public Health England initiative linking local authorities and the private sector to improve the health of people living in some of the most deprived parts of the North of England’ and that ‘over a decade ago, Andrew and his partners wrote one of the earliest papers proposing that the Olympics Games be brought to east London. He is today a Director of the London Legacy Development Corporation. Over the next 25 years, this company will plan, develop, and manage the Olympic Park in east London and create a lasting legacy from the 2012 Games’.

Keynote speakers at Manchester University’s International Festival of Public Health included Professor Sir Michael Marmot. Marmot is a psychiatrist who has spent the last few decades fighting health inequalities and remains gobsmacked as to why his battle has not been in the least bit effective (see post ‘Professor Prestigious And His Associates’). Sir Bruce Keogh was Medical Director of the NHS in England and National Medical Director of the NHS Commissioning Board (NHS England).

So Adele and Andrew have spent years working in spheres and geographical locations in which vulnerable people are mistreated, harmed and let down by the various welfare services, including kids in care who end up working in the sex trade. More recently Adele and Andrew have ingratiated themselves to those at the top of the food chain who oversaw such serious failure but clocked up honours and gongs.

 

Now for Helen the Spy. Helen was elected to the Board of the Mildmay Mission Hospital in the East End in 1952 and afterwards sat on a number of Government NHS committees. She later fought the closure of the Mildmay Hospital and became its Chair when it reopened as the first hospice in Europe for people living with AIDS in 1988.

Online information about Helen explains that when the Mildmay Hospital was ‘cut’, Helen Taylor-Thompson ‘took over the hospital and reopened it herself’. It is explained that Helen is just the last in ‘a succession of strong women driven by a passion to care for the sick and the outcast, ever since the eighteen-sixties’ when the Mildmay ‘was established to minister to those in Shoreditch suffering from the cholera epidemic’.

There are shades of ‘Call the Midwife’ in this account of the work of the Mildmay. The reality is that health and welfare provision for the poor whilst the Mildmay Mission Hospital was doing its bit was pretty brutal. The poor were usually seen to be the architects of their own misfortune and many people attributed their poverty as well as any other problems that they encountered to inborn inherited deficiency. Their children were frequently removed from them and they had absolutely no say in what happened to those children – a lot of them were of course transported overseas as part of the child migration programme which has recently reared its head and caused such embarrassment to the UK Gov’t. Children from the East End were part of that programme and the Mildmay could well have been involved – Helen et al will certainly have known about it.

The Mildmay began life in 1866 as a mission hospital founded by Catherine Pennefeather as a memorial to her husband, the Irish evangelist William Pennefeather. In 1890, a foundation stone was laid for a purpose-built hospital which opened in 1892 and the Mildmay Hospital ‘served the people of the East End continuously until it was shut by Margaret Thatcher’s Gov’t in 1982’.

Helen Taylor-Thompson ‘refused to let the noble history and tradition of care that the Mildmay represented’ be broken. She reopened it in 1985 and three year laters in 1988, Mildmay inaugurated Europe’s first dedicated HIV clinic. It was Helen ‘who delivered the circumstance in which Princess Diana came to the Mildmay and kissed a patient who was dying of AIDS upon the cheek, a powerful gesture that reverberates in the collective memory to this day and that contributed to overcoming the ignorance and prejudice which surrounded the disease at that time’. It was an event that ‘occurred within a climate in which staff of the Mildmay were shunned in the neighbourhood and even refused haircuts at local barbers out of misplaced fear of infection’.

Helen is the direct descendant of the missionary Dr David Livingston and the daughter of the Chairman of the African Inland Mission.

The Mildmay was a ‘little general hospital, much loved’, with just a few wards and an A&E department. In the 1970s, the District Health Authority had tried closing it ‘but they were frightened to do so because it had such a good reputation’. Other small hospitals were closing locally and ‘many people felt that the Mildmay had had its day’, yet Helen believed it was still valuable because it was a Mission Hospital and it worked with the most vulnerable people. Helen was Chairman of the Hospital Advisory Council which she had formed to support the Mildmay and, when she saw that it was next in line to close, she ‘got the community behind her’ to fight. Nonetheless Helen was told that the Mildmay would have to close and indeed it did.

Helen took legal advice and consulted Peter Shore MP and Kenneth Clarke in her efforts to have the Mildmay re-opened. She requested a long lease. Two months later she was offered the opportunity of a peppercorn lease for 99 years – with strings attached. According to Helen she then received a phone call from an Angel’s father who wanted to help – and who just happened to work for the GLC. Helen had a feasibility study carried out by an accountant and her original plan was to work with young people who had suffered  chronic injuries in accidents and people with multiple sclerosis.

The District Health Authority opposed plans to re-open the hospital because they wanted to sell it. Helen was given a year ‘to make a go of it’. To raise money, Helen sold the Mildmay Convalescent Home for half a million and then discovered that a Trust fund existed from 1948 when the Mildmay was taken over by the NHS. It was £365,000, enough to do what Helen wanted for eighteen months. By now the Mildmay had been closed for three years. Helen stated that the first patient was admitted some six months later – so presumably this would have been towards the end of 1985 or the beginning of 1986. Elizabeth Willcocks, the previous matron who was in retirement, agreed to come back for two years and the Mildmay reopened.

Thirteen months later, the Mildmay was asked if they would accept some AIDS patients. Helen proposed to the Board that the top floor of the building should be used for AIDS patients. The Mildmay encountered much opposition – she mentioned that bricks were thrown through the windows, that other Christians opposed their work and gay groups boycotted them because of course the Mildmay missionaries were perceived to be ‘Bible bashers’.

In Oct 1988 the Mildmay opened as the first hospice in Europe dedicated to treating people with AIDS. The demand was such that the whole hospital – 36 beds – was turned over for that purpose. The Gov’t then agreed to fund the Mildmay.

Helen remembered that ‘the press used to be on the roof of the building opposite with telephoto lenses’ because they had some ‘quite well-known people as patients’. She explains that the Mildmay was not a sad place although people were dying, because the patients were so well looked after and that the Top Doctors ensured that they suffered no pain. Princess Diana came regularly and there was a patient called Martin who was dying and had lost touch with his family for eleven years. Helen asked Martin if he’d like to present a bouquet to Diana – the BBC were on hand and filmed Diana as she kissed Martin. His mother rang shortly after and ‘the whole family were reunited’ before he died.

The Chairman of the District Health Authority was so impressed that he paid a private visit to Helen.

Peter Shore was MP for Stepney, 1964-97. Shortly after he was elected, he was appointed PPS to Harold Wilson the PM. Denis Healey referred to Shore as ‘Harold’s lapdog’. Wilson concealed much wrongdoing, including the abuse of children and psych patients in north Wales and George Thomas’s sex offending in south Wales – George Thomas got on well with Wilson (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’).

Stepney is in the Borough of Tower Hamlets. Tower Hamlets was yet another London Borough that sent kids in its care into the arms of the paedophiles of north Wales (see post ‘Tower Hamlets, Paul Boateng and Tessa Jowell’). Peter Shore knew what was happening to those kids as did everybody involved in health and social care in the area  in which the Mildmay Hospital was located. Ken Clarke knew about the paedophile ring in north Wales and he knew about Peter Morrison’s involvement with it. Clarke knew that it was being concealed by the mental health services and the wider NHS and Shore will have known that as well.

When Helen Taylor-Thompson first began her battle to save the Mildmay, no-one was interested – probably because it was seen as a very outdated institution run by people who were seen by the locals as God botherers who had probably been alienated by Helen et al for years. However Helen obviously did wield influence and because she’d been involved with running the NHS for so long she knew how to campaign.

Helen only received Gov’t support for her Mildmay ambitions from the mid 1980s onwards. By this time Thatcher’s Gov’t were beginning to face the horrible truth that AIDS was terminal and infectious – no matter what Thatcher and her Gov’t spouted about Victorian values and not promoting homosexuality, they were quietly tolerating promiscuous gay sex among some of their own inner circle and in some cases the sexual exploitation of underaged people.

It was the awful Sir Donald Acheson – a Top Doctor who had spent years concealing the activities of Dafydd et al – who when he was Chief Medical Officer impressed upon Thatcher’s Gov’t that HIV killed people if they contracted it, there was no effective treatment and because of the lifestyle of some high profile people including politicians, they were at risk of being clobbered (see post ‘ Professor Prestigious And His Associates’). The Mildmay received Gov’t funding at the very time when there was a massive cover-up in north Wales over the business model of the paedophile ring – children were sent to north Wales children’s homes, brutalised, abused, groomed and trafficked back down to London and Brighton for sex work. John Allen’s Bryn Alyn Community mainly targeted boys – there was literally a supply of rent boys into London from north Wales and by the mid 1980s they were becoming infected with HIV.

Helen Taylor-Thompson, Peter Shore and Ken Clarke would have all known exactly what the score was. The young men dying of AIDS in the Mildmay were the witnesses to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal and the Westminster Paedophile Ring. They are all dead and Helen et al have never spoken about how those boys contracted HIV. There were often references to them having fallen out with their families – it wasn’t simply because they were gay, it was because they had become involved with male prostitution and they had been taken into ‘care’ when they were kids anyway.

Missionaries have a bad press these days – people tend to construct them as colonial types who impose themselves on other cultures and cause great damage. Not all missionaries did do that, some of them did excellent work and were respectful and sensitive to people from different backgrounds. Helen and those running the Mildmay however knew exactly what a sordid deal they had struck and why they were being given dosh and receiving visits from Diana. The witnesses to the most dreadful scandal were dying and STILL everybody was keeping quiet.

It occurs to me that although Helen’s career as a spy might have been rather exaggerated, her work with the Special Operations Executive could well have opened doors to the people with connections in the security services whom it has now been admitted concealed the organised abuse of children in north Wales and elsewhere.

 

A new building for the Mildmay Hospital is currently under development and Helen Taylor-Thompson remains ‘undiminished in her fervour to be of service to humanity’ – she is currently involved in an ‘ambitious educational project’. Thare Machi Education (originally Starfish Initiative) began in 2000 and Helen Chairs the organisation. Thare Machi Education (TME) uses interactive DVDs in local languages to educate children and young people regarding HIV. TME works with partners in Uganda, Kenya, South Africa, Malawi, India and Cambodia and soon will be in DR Congo, Zambia and China.

As every good hospital does, the Mildmay has some high profile supporters, including a few celebs.

Margaret Sentamu has been President of Mildmay International since 2010. Her background is in ‘recruitment and executive search’ and more recently she has focused on helping organisations to ‘harness difference’ in the workplace and in communities.  Margaret is a member of the Solicitors’ Regulation Authority and the CIPFA, the regulatory body for accountants. Margaret became President of Mildmay International in 2010. Margaret is married to the Archbishop of York Dr John Sentamu.

Corrupt solicitors who were somehow never disciplined assisted the organised child abuse gangs, as of course did crooked accountants – John Allen became a millionaire as a result of the serious criminal empire which was the Bryn Alyn Community and Dafydd’s done pretty well for himself too. Huw Vaughan Thomas was the Chief Executive of Gwynedd County Council for much of the time when the paedophile gang operated in Gwynedd’s Social Services. Huw’s wife Enid Rowlands was and might still be Chair of the Solicitors’ Regulation Society.

Margaret might have dedicated herself to harnessing difference, but her husband is famously homophobic and it is highly likely that someone from Margaret’s background is as well. The Sentamus are both Ugandan. Uganda is not a friendly place if one is gay – homosexuality is illegal and gay people are frequently murdered once they have been outed. Ugandans are seeking asylum in the UK on the grounds that their lives are in danger in Uganda.

Margaret is also a non-executive Director of the Leeds and York Partnership NHS Foundation Trust – who have still not come clean about Jimmy Savile and his legacy. One of Margaret’s roles is as Mental Health Act Manager. There have been serious mental health failures in Leeds and York.

John Sentamu was the Bishop of Stepney, 1996-2002. He was in post when there were complaints that children in care from that area had been abused in north Wales and he was in post throughout the Waterhouse Inquiry.

Earlier this week the BBC reported that John Sentamu was one of the Church of England leaders who had been named in a misconduct complaint in 2015 after someone alleged that they had been sexually assaulted by a vicar in Bradford but had failed to act. The Church has struck out the complaint on the grounds of a time limit.

 

The Vice-President of the Mildmay is the Rt Revd Adrian Newman who became the Bishop of Stepney in July 2011. He describes himself as a ‘social entrepreneur’ – of course. Newman worked as an economist before ministerial training at Trinity College Bristol and was ordained in 1985. His current portfolios within the Diocese of London include a response to the Olympics legacy, overseeing a joint venture with the Church Urban Fund to engage with issues of poverty across the capital, policing in London, and our continuing engagement with Urban Regeneration across the capital.

The Chair is the Very Revd John Richardson. He is an Anglican priest in the Diocese of Canterbury who joined the Board of Mildmay in 2004. John became Chairman in 2007 after visits to HIV and AIDS projects in Uganda, London and across the Pennines where he worked with Top Doctors and other health professionals. Since 2009 John has been working in partnership with statutory and regional authorities in Margate, one of the most deprived parishes in the South East of England.

The interim Chief Executive is Carol Stone who temporarily stepped down as a Trustee role to act as interim CEO. Carol was an Angel for nearly 40 years after training at King’s College Hospital. She retired as the Chief Executive of the Ellenor Lions Hospice in 2014 after 26 years. Carol became the senior nurse specialist at what was then the Ellenor Foundation in 1988, eventually moving to nursing director and finally CEO. At her time at the hospice, she introduced respite care in the area, and established the charity’s specialist home service children’s hospice, Chyps. Carol also assisted with the merger of the Ellenor Foundation with the Lions Hospice in 2007.
 Dr Ross White was CEO of Mildmay for nine years until Feb 2018 – he is now CEO of charity in Surrey.

Jim Bennett has 25 years of working in the charity sector and was recently ordained as Deacon in the Anglican church. His charity background includes working at a hospice in South East London where he joined as its first fundraiser and over time became its Chief Executive. He was at the hospice for 17 years and helped to develop both its care services and but took a key role in developing its sustainable income streams. When he left the hospice, he joined a national charity and led that through a period of transition and development. Jim left full time employment to train for the ministry and is now Assistant Curate at Saint Augustine’s in Slade Green, Kent.

Diana Forrest is a Top Doctor, with experience in developing countries and the UK. She started her public health activities in Tower Hamlets and she was Director of Public Health for Knowsley PCT for the last 12 years of her working life. For seven years after her retirement, Diana worked in a voluntary capacity on a local housing estate, linking church and community to improve quality of life on that estate. She also ran a foodbank, and chaired a small charity which engaged with children and families on the estate.

Diana has been following the progress of Mildmay since the 1970s and now she has moved to Hertfordshire has become more involved. Dr. Diana Forrest is listed as a Director of seven companies – she has resigned from six and is currently Director of ‘Transforming Lives Together, Chester Diocese/Church Urban Fund’.

So Diana spent many years as a Top Doctor working in public health in Liverpool. Healthcare in Liverpool was dominated by the Liverpool branch of Dafydd’s network (see post ‘These Sharks Are Crap As Well’). More recently Diana has become involved in the Chester Diocese. Sir Peter Morrison was the Tory MP for Chester and his abuse of children was facilitated by a number of professional people – and even more people knew what he was doing but did nothing. Dafydd’s toxic influence was present in the area – Dafydd used to hold clinics at the Grosvenor Nuffield Hospital in Chester, the north Wales paedophile gang operated in Cheshire and the Courts in Chester were riddled with corruption and doing favours for the paedophile gang. John Allen owned a children’s home in Cheshire. It was recently revealed that a former Bishop of Chester abused children for many years.

Diana is married to John Forrest whose wiki entry describes him as a ‘UK production creative’ who has ‘made significant contributions to the UK broadcast production scene since 1970’. He currently presents Pause for Thought on BBC Radio 2 and The Daily Service on BBC Radio 4. Forrest was a founder member of staff with BBC Radio Manchester. In 1973 John Forrest joined the establishing staff at LBC Radio in London as features producer and later as Deputy Head of Programmes. Whilst there he invented the character of Mr Nasty for the children’s phone-in programme Jellybone. Mr Nasty became an instant success….

Forrest worked for several years as a Researcher/Arranger with Thames Television in London. In the late 1970s he became programme director with the London-based ‘Arts Centre Group’ where his production credits included work with Cliff Richard. Forrest re-joined the BBC as a network radio producer in 1981. Following a number of television series that he produced for BBC Two, Forrest joined the production staff of ‘Songs of Praise’. His production from the Millennium Stadium on 2 Jan 2000 became the largest ever ‘Songs of Praise’ programme, with an attending live audience of 60,000, a choir of 6,000 and 100 Welsh harps assembled for the occasion.

Dr Rosalind Furlong is a Top Doctor – precisely a consultant psychiatrist in the NHS. She has been a Trustee of the Mildmay since 2004.

 

The Prebendary Ronald Swan is an Anglican priest who has served on the Board since 2008. He is also Chairman of the Executive Council of the Friends of Mildmay, a position he has held for the last 10 years. He has a long association and concern for pastoral care which has found expression in chaplaincy work and training of clergy.

Anna Turco is a dual trained RGN and specialist community public health nurse with 27 years clinical experience.  An advanced nurse practitioner, CBT and NET therapist, a Freedom Programme faciliator and training provider for ‘Toxic Trio’ – her background includes A&E, mental health, substance misuse and addictions, domestic abuse, prison liasion, safeguarding vulnerable adults and children, out of hours GP service and family drug and alcohol court for Kent and Medway.

Anna Turco has spent a whole career watching the abuse and mistreatment of vulnerable people and the welfare system colluding with this.

 

The Mildmay has snared a few big names to act as Patrons.

Dame Judi Dench has been a supporter and Patron of Mildmay for many years. Dame Judi says that ‘Long-term HIV care is proving more challenging and complex than we ever imagined. Mildmay helps to bring new hope to thousands caught up in the continuing HIV crisis. Not only does it provide the UK with a facility for specialist rehabilitation and capacity-building training, but also supports inspiring treatment and education programmes across East Africa.I urge you to join me in supporting their vital work.’

Dame Judi is Patron of the St James’s Singers, en elite choir. Vice-Presidents of the St James’s Singers include Professor Robert Bluglass and his Top Doctor wife Kerry, who must know that her husband concealed a paedophile gang.

Anita Dobson, another Patron, is an actor and singer. She was of course Ange from EastEnders, Dirty Den’s wife. She is married to founder member of Queen, Brian May. May’s friend and fellow band member Freddie Mercury died of complications resulting from AIDS in Nov 1991. Mercury knew that he was HIV positive in 1987 – it was alleged that he consulted a Harley Street specialist regarding his concerns that he had contracted HIV in 1986.

Anthony Furlong is a consultant architect for Sheppard Robson. He is also president of the City Property Association. Anthony is one of the Mildmay’s newest patrons but has known about the Mildmay for a while – he is married to Dr Ros Furlong. So which does the Mildmay value most, the clinical skills of Top Doctor Ros, or the global capitalism of her husband?

Lord Ian McColl is a Patron of the Mildmay!

Patron Humphrey Norrington retired as Vice-Chairman of Barclays Bank in 1993 and has since taken on several posts at not-for-profit organisations after his career in an industry totally devoted to profit. Humphrey is married to Frances and they are both active members of their local Anglican church.

The Mildmay also boast of Sir Cliff Richard as a Patron. Sir Cliff has supported Mildmay since its early days, helping to raise awareness as well as funds for its work. Sir Cliff was of course famously furious in 2014 when the police let it be known in the most public way possible that he was under investigation for sexual abuse by helpfully allowing the BBC to film outside of his Berkshire house as they rifled through his undies. Cliff was at his other house at the time – the one in the Algarve, a favourite location for very wealthy Brits who might have cause to avoid the police. Police officers sent the BBC an aerial photograph of Sir Cliff’s home the night before the raid, so that the BBC ‘knew how to find it’. Which suggests that the police have got one hell of a sense of humour. Probably as a result of all the time and money that they have spent trying to nail celebrity molesters, only to see the cases collapse in court and the witnesses kill themselves in the aftermath.

Another Patron is Linda Robson, an actress best known for ‘Birds Of A Feather’. In Nov 2014, Linda was a part of Gareth Malone’s ‘All Star Choir’ who released a cover version of Wake Me Up to raise money for Children In Need. Linda joined Mildmay for their appearance at the Lord Mayor’s Show in London in 2016, which was part of their 150th anniversary celebrations.

Canon Roger Royle, another Patron, is an Anglican priest, broadcaster and writer. He was ordained in the Church of England in 1962 and his first curacy was in Portsea, Portsmouth. During his career he served as Conduct and Senior Chaplain of Eton College. On leaving Eton in 1979 he became a freelance broadcaster, speaker and journalist working mainly for BBC radio and television and IPC magazines, while serving as a non-stipendiary priest. He also began working as a promoter of the preventative medicine campaign for ‘Save the Children’ – a charity with which Princess Anne was famously associated, which is now receiving a great deal of bad publicity. As well as presenting his own TV series, Roger has hosted BBC’s ‘Songs of Praise’ and been a regular contributor to radio including Pause for Thought. So he must be a mate of John Forrest’s.

In 1990 Roger was honoured by the then Archbishop of Canterbury Robert Runcie with a Lambeth Degree in recognition for his work in media. He is now a Canon Emeritus of Southwark Cathedral and in November 2016 he became Hon. Chaplain to the Lord Mayor of London. Southwark Social Services sent a great many children in their care to children’s homes in north Wales and continued to send them even after complaints of serious abuse. Dafydd’s mate Dr Jim Birley from the Maudsley – who was President of the Royal College of Psychiatrists as well as of the BMA – established the Southwark Association for Mental Health and was mates with Lord David Ennals (see post ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’). Ennals was a Minister in the Home Office and Secretary of State for the DHSS, as well as being a senior figure in MIND during the many years whilst MIND concealed the criminality of Dafydd and the paedophiles in north Wales (see post ‘MIND Are Out For Mental Health – Never For Themselves Of Course’).

Patron Donald Steel is Associate Director of Johnson Associates and is responsible for crisis communications, strategy and business development. In March 2011 the BBC in house magazine Ariel informed readers that Steel, who had been at the BBC 22 years and had variously worked as a local radio presenter and producer, press officer and for 11 years as the BBC’s Chief Media Spokesman. He orchestrated the BBC response to events ranging from the murder of Jill Dando to the Hutton Inquiry and served under four DGs. Steel maintained his links to the BBC after he left their employment, remaining in an advisory role.

So Donald Steel is the person who ensured that Jimmy Savile’s decades of sex offending never became public knowledge. Should the Mildmay find itself in a position in which they would rather something was not made public, Donald could be relied upon to keep it out of the media. Likewise if the Mildmay wanted a bit of good PR – for example if Helen Taylor-Thompson wanted to claim to be a spy who was still keeping wartime secrets – Donald would be in an excellent position to make that happen.

The people involved with the Mildmay remind me a bit of the Rev Nicky Gumbel and those around him who were behind the Alpha course. They were very affluent professional people but quite evangelical and they attracted similar people into the Church. It really wowed other church goers – the thing that was always said about Nicky Gumbel’s church was ‘there’s a row of Porches outside’. That section of society don’t tend to go to church. Brown told me that the Alpha course was reputed to be homophobic. I had been invited to go along to one at the time and the first few sessions were very sound, discussing issues of power, capitalism and internationalism, but Brown was right – towards the end there was a very strong element of rigid notions regarding gender roles and yes, homophobia.

 

 

Now for a bit more history. Someone helpfully sent me a link to a Welsh psychiatrist called William Rees-Thomas a few days ago and asked me whether he was linked to Gwynne the lobotomist or Dafydd.

Rees-Thomas was born in 1887 to a Welsh farming family near Senny Bridge in Breconshire. He was educated at the County School at Brecon and he won scholarships to University College, Cardiff and Charing Cross Hospital. He graduated in 1909. By 1912 Rees-Thomas’s interest had turned to psychiatry and his first substantive appointment was that of medical officer and pathologist at the East Sussex County Mental Hospital, Hellingly. He acquired the recently instituted Diploma of Psychological Medicine of Cambridge University and the older certificate of the Medico-Psychological Association.

In the absence of a special institution for ‘mental defectives’ in Sussex, Hellingly Hospital cared for many such patients. Rees-Thomas’s first published article was on ‘Syphilis Among Mental Defectives’. Which suggests that there was a lot of it about. Perhaps due to that long tradition of various people sexually exploiting other more vulnerable people – Rees-Thomas will have known how common this was but it was probably the mental defectives who took the rap for it. Rees-Thomas took up this branch of psychiatry as his speciality. In 1914 Moss Side Hospital near Liverpool opened as a state institution for ‘criminal and violent’ mental defectives, and Rees-Thomas was appointed its first medical superintendent. So Moss Side started its life as it ended it – a dreadful brutal institution which housed the pathologised victims of unscrupulous people (see post ‘Security, Security’).

Within a few months of Rees-Thomas beginning his job as superintendent, the buildings of Moss Side were taken over for use as a war hospital, mainly for the treatment of neurosis and ‘shell shock’. Rees-Thomas left for active service in the RAMC.

Rees-Thomas returned to Moss Side in 1919, but within a short time the use of the hospital was yet again changed and he was transferred with his patients to Rampton Hospital in Nottinghamshire which, having been built as a second Broadmoor, was now allocated to ‘mental defectives’ needing special security. It is claimed that ‘over the next twelve years Rees-Thomas developed the hospital on progressive lines, with full occupational and recreational facilities, so that its reputation stood as high as that of any psychiatric hospital in the country’.

This was probably simply not true. Every institution with a diabolical reputation stresses that at some point in the past it was a model of forward thinking and enlightenment. Someone e mailed me the other day after they discovered the joys of the North Wales Hospital Historical Society, which is not a historical society but rather an online social forum for the former staff of the North Wales Hospital, Denbigh. Their shared memories are hilarious – not only is there a total disregard for patient confidentiality as named patients from not that long ago are openly discussed, but of course everything was just great out there. Gwynne the lobotomist and Dafydd don’t get a mention, neither does anyone who was sexually exploited, physically assaulted or fleeced of their property whilst they were banged up, yet alone the folk who were imprisoned in the dungeon. Lobotomies are not remembered and neither is the notorious ‘aversion therapy’ for homosexuality which was taking place at Denbigh long after homosexuality was decriminalised.

The North Wales Hospital may have had high ideals when it was first built – as indeed did Broadmoor – but things went downhill a very long time ago. No-one who has worked at Denbigh – yet alone Rampton – for the last few decades could claim that those institutions led the way. They shamed the nation which was why people were demanding their closure as long ago as the 1950s.

In 1932 Rees-Thomas was appointed one of the two Medical Senior Commissioners of the Board of Control for Lunacy and Mental Deficiency – which at that time supervised the welfare of mental patients, inspected the mental hospitals and was directly responsible for the state institutions (later called ‘special hospitals’). His older colleague was Sir Hubert Bond, and together they encouraged the developments made possible by the Mental Treatment Act of 1930, such as the opening of psychiatric clinics and co-operation with local authority services, as well as the new physical methods of treatment, ie. lobotomy and other damaging irreversible ‘treatments’, which led to the deaths of more than a few patients.

After the disruption of WW II, Rees-Thomas was concerned with the changes connected with the inclusion of psychiatry in the NHS and then with ‘progressive’ developments such as community care and the informal admission of patients, foreshadowing the provisions of the 1959 Mental Health Act. Such developments are now written about as enlightening – yet informal patients at that time had almost as little choice and were treated as oppressively as detained patients. Conditions for everyone were nearly always appalling.

By this time the Commissioners of the Board of Control also held office in the Ministry of Health – Rees-Thomas, like his colleagues, felt that there was no longer a need for an independent Board of Control. The Royal (Percy) Commission agreed with this and the Board’s existence came to an end in 1960, when Rees-Thomas retired – long after the usual age.

Rees-Thomas had throughout taken an active part in the Royal Medico-Psychological Association and after serving as Vice-Chairman of its Mental Deficiency and Educational Committees, occupied the Presidential Chair, 1949- 1950. He served for several years,as the RMPA’s representative on the General Nursing Council. He was made an honorary member in 1955. Top Doctors do have a habit of turning up on influential nursing bodies.

In 1917 Rees-Thomas married Muriel Hodgson Jones, whom he had met whilst he worked at Moss Side. They had a son, Frederick Douglas Rees-Thomas and a daughter, Aelwyn Minette, who married Dr D.W. Taylor Roberts, an obstetrician and gynaecologist at St George’s Hospital. Aelwyn Minette Taylor-Roberts died in 2012 but all information about her has recently been removed from the internet, as has all info relating to her Top Doctor husband and indeed her brother Frederick. Now why might that be?

William Rees-Thomas died in 1978 – no doubt his son-in-law outlived him and may well have still wielded influence at St George’s when I worked there, 1989-91 and they were busy concealing the crimes of the paedophiles’ friends in north Wales as well as other serious criminality in south London.

Muriel died in 1935 and in 1948 Rees-Thomas married Ruth Darwin, a granddaughter of Charles Darwin. Like Rees-Thomas, Ruth Darwin was a Senior Commissioner of the Board of Control until 1949, having previously for many years been actively engaged in promoting the welfare of the ‘mentally defective’. In 1929, with the money from her father’s estate, Ruth founded the Darwin Trust to foster research into ‘mental defect, disease or disorder’. Ruth’s idea of promoting the welfare of people whom she judged to be mentally defective was to ensure that they didn’t breed. She was an advocate of eugenics and in 1932 she was appointed to the Brock Committee, a Parliamentary Committee Chaired by Sir Laurence Brock – the Chairman of the Board of Control – which produced the Brock Report that called for the forced sterilisation of mental defectives.

Sir Laurence’s son was the historian Michael Brock. Michael Brock spent most of his career at Oxford University, apart from a brief interlude in the 1970s when he slummed it at Exeter. In 1978 Brock took up the post of Warden of Nuffield College, Oxford, where he remained until his formal retirement in 1988, serving as PVC of the University from 1980. After retiring from Oxford, Brock served as warden of St George’s House, Windsor Castle, until 1993.

After their retirement William and Ruth Rees-Thomas lived at High Hackhurst in Surrey, where they devoted themselves to their garden, which was regularly open to the public. Ruth Rees-Thomas died in 1972 and William outlived her by six years.

Ruth Darwin’s mother, Lady Ida Darwin – who was married to Charles Darwin’s son Sir Horace Darwin – was co-founder of the ‘Cambridge Association for the Feeble-Minded’. Ida also helped to found the ‘Association for the Care of Girls’ along with other wives of Cambridge University dons in 1883. The group offered support to abused women and those drawn into sex work and helped them with training and getting back to other employment. Ida’s daughter said of her that she ‘realised the injustices they suffered in an ignorant and careless world. She suffered with them and there was awakened in her the deep convictions of the need for social and legislative reforms that guided her future course’. Ida’s work with the particularly vulnerable, ‘feeble-minded’ women inspired her to campaign for legislation, such as the  Mental Deficiency Act of 1913.

After the Mental Deficiency Act was passed, the ‘Cambridge Association for the Feeble-Minded’ merged with the ‘Cambridgeshire Voluntary Association for the Care of the Mentally Defective’ and became the ‘Central Association for Mental Welfare’ which eventually evolved into MIND. Ida was Chairman of the ‘Central Association for Mental Welfare’ for her entire working life and provided a room in her house for the administration of the group. Ida died in 1946. Her obituary in The Times was followed by a note describing her as ‘one of the pioneers in this country in the field of social work’.

Sadly, Ida’s legacy became completely corrupted.

In the late 19th century people with brain injury and single mothers were labelled ‘feeble minded’ and local authorities had to provide public asylums to house those individuals deemed to be ‘pauper lunatics’. (Pauper lunatics from north Wales had to go all the way to Liverpool before the North Wales Hospital began accepting them.) Fulbourn Asylum was opened in 1858 for the feeble-minded people of Cambridge.

In the 1960s, the East Anglia Regional Hospital Board chose a site next to the Fulbourn mental hospital for a new hospital that was to cater for 250 residents with what was then called mental handicap – the aim was that the facilities would enable each resident to maximise his or her potential. At a meeting of the Regional Hospital Board in 1963 the Chairman Lady Adrian suggested that the new unit be named the ‘Ida Darwin Hospital’. 

This sort of history matters. Those involved may be dead now, but it was not so long ago that they were teaching some of the people who are still advising on healthcare – because of the way in which medicine works, Top Doctors don’t disappear when they retire. They remain on hand to dispense words of wisdom and even if they are considered a bit batty and past it, they still wield influence. Then there are the family connections and networks – the ‘he did some terrible things but he was my grandfather/taught my dad/taught me’ etc. It serves to prevent some very abusive people and practices being challenged.

Most of the victims of Gwynne and Dafydd are dead – people didn’t tend to live too long once they were on the receiving end of help from those two – but occasionally one stumbles across them. In 1999 I was working in a very substandard elderly people’s home on Anglesey and I met a lady who had been lobotomised – probably by Gwynne. This realisation was followed by an even worse  one – that this ‘old lady’ wasn’t that old, she was the youngest person in the home. She was there because after someone had taken a pick to her brain she couldn’t look after herself, so she’d been hidden in a questionable home on Anglesey. Of course lobotomy hasn’t been practised for years – er, so how did that lady end up in that state then?

At another home on Anglesey I met an old lady who always called the care assistants ‘the attendants’ – so she had obviously been in the sort of institution that was run entirely on the lines of the old asylums. The charmers who ran this home helpfully explained to me that I wouldn’t get any sense out of her because she was a ‘burnt out schizophrenic’ (whatever that is). The man who owned the establishment in which the burnt out schizophrenic was housed was a business partner of Dafydd’s. The manager of the home had been thrown off the mental health nursing degree at Bangor University…

Even if staff have been trained in an enlightened institution there is usually not the scope in the NHS to allow them to practice properly. There was a nurse at the Hergest Unit who had trained in psychotherapy at Fulbourn Hospital – she was the only person in the mental health services in north west Wales who actually had any knowledge of psychotherapy at all, although the others all claimed to be practising  this – and had she been allowed to practice without people demanding that her priority had to be to make excuses for Dafydd and the paedophile gang she would have really achieved something, but no-one would let her.

 

 

 

The former Minister for Public Services in Wales has been in the news this week. As the allegations of bullying on the part of various people in or advising the Welsh Gov’t continue to fly, the latest person to be named and in turn to make counter-allegations is Leighton Andrews, the former AM for the Rhondda, 2003-16.

Leighton was born in Cardiff and brought up in Barry until the age of 11. He went to UCNW (Bangor University) and then did an MA at the University of Sussex. 

Andrews was Parliamentary Officer for Age Concern, 1982–84; UK Campaign Director, UN International Year of Shelter for the Homeless, 1984–87; Head of Public Affairs for the BBC, 1993–96, based in London and responsible for the BBC’s relations with the UK Parliament and with the EU institutions. He was then a lecturer at Cardiff University School of Journalism, Media and Cultural Studies immediately prior to his election as the AM for Rhondda. He was Minister for Children, Education and Learning, 2009-11; Minister for Education and Skills, 2011-13; Minister for Public Services, 2014-16. After he lost his seat in 2016 Andrews was appointed as Professor of Practice in Public Service, Leadership and Innovation, at Cardiff Business School.

Andrews was a Liberal in the 1980s and stood as the Liberal Alliance candidate for Gillingham in the 1987 General Election. On returning to Wales to live in 1996, Leighton was appointed to the Board of Tai Cymru  – Housing for Wales – by the Conservative Secretary of State for Wales, William Hague.

Leighton was co-founder of the Yes for Wales campaign for the 1997 referendum. During the referendum campaign he produced a paper with Gareth Hughes, then of the Welsh Federation of Housing Associations (now known as Community Housing Cymru) and now of ITV Wales, arguing that savings could be found to liberate more funding for housing from the Government’s proposal to abolish Tai Cymru as part of the devolution settlement.

Leighton defected to the Labour Party following the successful referendum campaign for a Welsh Assembly. Michael Meadowcroft wrote an article on his blog in 2003 after experiencing the trauma of seeing his former Liberal colleague Leighton embracing Blair’s New Labour authoritarianism. Meadowcroft expressed his confusion and sense of betrayal. Well Leighton’s putting the boot into Carwyn Jones now, so perhaps he’s been working as an undercover Lib Dem since he joined Labour.

A lot of people in Wales do not like Leighton Andrews. When Andrews was Education Minister I watched Gareth Rees, a particularly obnoxious Professor of Education from Cardiff University, state in an address to a conference that education in Wales was doomed until the world was rid of Leighton Andrews. At the time I just presumed that this was yet another old fart feeling threatened by Leighton because Leighton had made some very rude noises about the deadwood that was and still is clogging up Welsh universities. I have a friend who alleges that Gareth Rees plagiarised his work and I never witnessed Gareth Rees being anything other than rude and dismissive to absolutely everyone, so I assumed that Gareth Rees knew that his days were numbered. How are you getting on with your colleague the Professor of Practice, Leadership and Innovation then Prof Rees?

However the conundrum is that although Leighton Andrews always said the right things about clearing out the paedophiles’ friends and other dross that have rendered Wales’s public institutions sclerotic, everything that Leighton actually did assisted them. He famously altered the funding for book contracts given out by the University of Wales Press without consulting or informing anyone, which resulted in the cancelling of contracts to a group of capable young researchers because the hopeless old gits wanted the funding for themselves in an attempt to make their CVs less embarrassing than they were.

Looking at Leighton’s CV, it is clear that he has been in positions throughout his career in which he will have been party to the activities of the paedophiles’ friends. The paedophiles’ friends ran Bangor University whilst Leighton was a student there, they colonised Age Concern and the Welsh housing associations and old Savile was busy at the BBC whilst Leighton worked there. Furthermore Leighton was in the Liberal Party – until he realised that he could become an AM in the Welsh Assembly if he defected – so he’ll have known about Cyril Smith, Jeremy Thorpe, the activities of Lord Rennard and all the other fun people discussed in my post ‘He Knows Where The Bodies Are Buried’. When Leighton was part of the Alliance he won’t have been able to avoid Dr Death. And Leighton worked for William Hague just at the time when Hague was orchestrating the Waterhouse cover-up.

Leighton is keeping quiet about an awful lot – perhaps he is about to write the best expose that the world has yet seen.

One of Leighton’s rudest speeches which resulted in much gnashing of teeth in Welsh universities contained a few insults levelled at the Governors of Welsh universities – insults which quite accurately described the prevailing situation. Leighton would know because he is married to one of them, namely Ann Beynon.

Ann Beynon, like Leighton, was a student at UCNW and years later sat on the Council of Bangor University. She was the first female President of the Students’ Union, helped found NUS Wales and ran its first gay rights campaign. Ann Beynon is a few years older than me. When I was a student at UCNW the Student’s Union was having its strings pulled by the paedophiles’ friends (see post ‘Just A Language Divide?’) and nothing will have changed from when Ann was a student. The Depts of Psychology and Social Work were employing people who had worked with the paedophile gang and were educating people who would work with the gang after they graduated. Dafydd was deciding what went on in the Psychology Dept and Gwynne the lobotomist was sitting in the Student Health Centre. Sir Charles Evans the Top Doctor and mate of Gwynne’s was the Principal of UCNW (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’) and Mary Wynch, whose life was destroyed by Dafydd and the paedophiles (see posts ‘Making Legal History – The Mary Wynch Case’ and ‘The Mary Wynch Case – Details’), will still have been working in the Agriculture Dept when Ann Beynon was a student.

I have no idea what Ann Beynon’s gay rights campaign involved, but by the time I was a student at Bangor even students were raising eyebrows at the activities of the Gay Soc. Gay Soc was very strong at UCNW and had links with the gay rights movement nationally. This might have been a problem in a town – and indeed in a university –  in which a sex trafficking ring was operating which targeted boys (as well as girls) and which was not a million miles away from Chester, where some gay men had walked away from the local branch of CHE because they believed that it was a front for paedophilia.

Not that it held Ann Beynon back – but then it wouldn’t, ignoring or assisting the paedophile gang in north Wales was the route to career success. Just look at Ann’s biography:

Ann is a former member of the Welsh Language Board and of the Board of the National Film and Television School. She was Business Development Director at the Cardiff Bay Development Corporation and previously Head of Political and International Affairs at S4C. In 1998 Ann joined BT and in 1999 she was a member of the Royal Commission on the Reform of the House of Lords under the chairmanship of Lord John Wakeham – John Wakeham was Peter Morrison’s boss when Morrison was Minister for Energy. Ann Beynon is a former Chair of Business in the Community in Wales and was the Prince of Wales’s Community Ambassador in Wales.

Wherever there was a paedophiles’ friend, there was Ann Beynon.

Beynon became BT’s Director for Wales and retired from this post in July 2015. She is now Senior Adviser Welsh Affairs for Severn Trent Water. Ann was approached for this role by the CEO of Severn Trent, Liz Garfield – she used to work for Ann at BT. Ann is Chair of the Wales Governance Centre at Cardiff University, a non-executive director of the Farmers’ Union of Wales Insurance Services Ltd and a Director of the social media company Cwmni Digidol. She has helped establish an Alliance Française in Wales. She consults and lectures on leadership and corporate social responsibility – an example to us all! She Chairs the Cardiff Capital Region Transition Board. She was Equality and Human Rights Commissioner for Wales, 2010-16, having spent a lifetime ignoring the most appalling inequality and a sex trafficking gang.

I used to know a relative of Ann Beynon’s who loathed her and repeatedly told me that all she wanted was a peerage ‘and she’ll bloody well get one too’. Ann, you’ll be among friends when you finally get through the doors, they’ll be keeping your seat warm for you. You can slumber away in there along with the rest of them who failed to stop a bunch of sex offenders who were murdering the witnesses to their crimes.

I was watching an old clip of Spitting Image yesterday which featured Leon Brittan hosting an episode of ‘The Price Is Right’. After he sold a knighthood for the price of a job for Thatcher’s son, the Leon Brittan puppet gave someone a peerage ‘for keeping your mouth shut’…

 

In 1987 Central Television’s series The Cook Report devoted an episode to child porn. Roger Cook – an investigative reporter who acquired a cult following as a result of being continually beaten up by gangsters when he confronted them – made his way to Amsterdam where he purchased child porn and confronted the man who flogged it to him who then called the boys from out the back. Roger Cook received the customary violent assault and a threat to kill him. The same episode featured an interview with Supt Iain Donaldson, the Head of Obscene Publications at Scotland Yard in which Donaldson took receipt of a list of names of child pornographers which Donaldson claimed to have never seen before.

It has now been admitted that the Obscene Publications Branch was corrupt and, surprise surprise, was employing paedophiles who were passing info to their mates. I have found on the internet a submission to the IICSA from someone who worked on that programme – his statement explains that the list of names handed over to the Obscene Publications Branch was a double bluff for the cameras because they knew that Scotland Yard had been infiltrated by the gangsters and they wanted to put out a bit of propaganda to throw the bent coppers off the scent.

Roger Cook’s programme also mentioned Oliver Brooke, the Professor of Paediatrics at St George’s Hospital Medical School, who in 1986 was jailed for the possession of child porn. The week before the programme was filmed, on 11 May 1987 the Lord Chief Justice Lord Lane had released Brooke on appeal after comparing his stash of child porn with collecting cigarette cards. Oliver Brooke was a major figure in a pan-European child porn ring.

I can understand that in the case of investigating serious organised crime which is being facilitated by professional people – including members of the judiciary – the police may have to employ techniques such as double bluffs etc. But two months after Roger Cook made that programme about the Evils of Child Porn with the film producers and police adopting techniques of subterfuge, Dafydd and the paedophile gang made a well planned attempt to frame and imprison me – an attempt which not only involved Dafydd, Tony Francis and a lying junior doctor, but also Risley Remand Centre and the Mental Health Act Commission (see post ‘Workers Play Time). One of the members of the paedophile gang who were desperate to have me banged up was Sir Peter Morrison, Thatcher’s friend. At the time that the Cook Report was filmed, Morrison was Deputy Chairman of the Tory Party. By the time that I was sitting in Bangor Police Station at the centre of a fit-up attempt, Morrison was the Minister for Energy.

That was more than thirty years ago. Dafydd, Lucille Hughes and some of those who facilitated the paedophile gang are now well into their 80s and are now running the biggest ‘substance abuse charity’ in Wales.

As part of the Cook investigation, the journos placed an advert for child porn in ‘Forum’ magazine and were contacted by people flogging child porn. ‘Forum’ was not a child porn mag but it wasn’t too fussy about the sort of small ads that it accepted. One person who was on the Editorial Board of Forum was Dr Philip Cauthery. Philip Cauthery was the student doctor at Aston University whilst Brown was a student there. Aston was alive with first hand accounts of Cauthery’s negligence and craziness – at the time Aston had the highest rate of student suicides in the UK and many staff and students attributed this to Cauthery. The VC of Aston was Sir Freddie Crawford, a friend of Thatcher’s…

There’s no need for the IICSA or for ‘historical investigations’ into child sex abuse. All that has to happen is for the security services – who harassed Brown and me, who put us under surveillance and dressed up as an assortment of fuckwits to variously cause us problems or pretend to befriend us because they were protecting Dafydd and the paedophiles rather than us – to hand over their material, including all those undercover recordings that they made as they bugged everyone in north Wales. Sadly it is too late for the people who were found dead.

One person who was ‘consulted’ for the Roger Cooke programme was Ray Wyre, who in the 1980s was the go-to person for advice on the treatment of sex offenders. There is a lot of speculation on the internet regarding whether Ray Wyre was a paedophile himself – if he was, he was just one of the many who chose to work in the field of mental health/sex therapy.

I do not know whether Ray Wyre was a child molester or not but he definitely knew who was protecting abusers. Wyre’s Gracewell Clinic was in Moseley in Birmingham – a few miles from the Reaside Clinic, run by Robert Bluglass. Wyre established the Gracewell Clinic in 1988 – the year in which Bluglass performed his cover-up of the criminality of Dafydd, Tony Francis and Gwynedd Social Services.

Wyre left school at 15 and joined the Royal Navy. After leaving, Wyre embarked on theological training, which involved a stint as a volunteer warden at a working men’s hospital. This experience helped him decide against ordination, and in the late 1970s, he was taken on as a trainee probation officer at Winson Green prison in Birmingham, where his first patient was a sex offender. From 1981 to 1986, Wyre worked with category-A inmates at Albany prison on the Isle of Wight, pioneering group therapy for sex offenders.

The Gracewell Clinic shut down in 1993 – the year following the firebombing which killed five witnesses to the north Wales paedophile ring (see post ‘The Silence Of The Welsh Lambs’) – the year of numerous events designed to silence the complaints into the north Wales gang and suppress investigations. Wyre set up another clinic in Surrey, the Wolvercote Clinic which shut down in 2002. Wyre died in 2008.

Wyre was the only person in the UK offering residential treatment for paedophiles who want to change their behaviour. There is still no such provision. What there is, is a great deal of hot air, of politicians banging on, of tweets and campaigns. But nothing to address the problem.

The 1987 Roger Cook programme named and confronted a rather sad man with a thing about school girls who was living in poverty and forced him to burn his collection of photos on camera. If Roger had paid a visit to north Wales – or indeed to St George’s Hospital just two years later – I and others could have taken him to see some of the people organising the supply of such material. But I don’t think that Roger really wanted to know.

The Editor of that episode of the Cook Report was Mike Townson. Townson’s CV suggests that he too knew a great deal about organised crime which he did not make TV programmes about.

 

 

Carwyn Jones celebrated International Wimmin’s Day earlier this week. Carwyn joined all those affluent comfortable people who are Speaking Out about female oppression and sexual violence and stated that he would be working with Chwarae Teg to fight for equality. Chwarae Teg is a Third sector organisation which was founded by paedophiles’ friend Jane Hutt. It has certainly provided a good living for Jane Hutt and her mates but it hasn’t done much to achieve equality. One the same day that Carwyn made his statement, the trial of a man accused of murdering a woman in Denbigh was told that the young woman had asked for help from the police several times before she was killed but the police failed to respond.

Carwyn is a barrister- he should probably be prosecuting Hutt et al as accessories to crime rather than ‘working with them’.

 

Last week I received a message from Nicola Kingston – the nurse who blew the whistle on the abuse of patients at Tawel Fan – telling me that she was going to be on BBC News Wales last Thursday, so I put a notice up on this blog to let everyone know. I don’t have a TV so I couldn’t tune in to watch, but yesterday I received an e mail from a reader who told me that Nicola wasn’t featured. I don’t know why this was, but I know that TV crews always film a lot more footage than they use and that people who have been filmed are not kept informed if there is a decision made not to use their bit. I also know that anything involving a TV expose of the activities of the paedophiles’ friends in north Wales tends to have the plug pulled on it suddenly and without notice.

The person who e mailed me was very disappointed that Nicola wasn’t on TV – he is someone else who has suffered at the hands of the Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board and their ‘mental health services’ and he desperately wants to see the way in which patients are being neglected and mistreated given media coverage. He told me that people don’t seem to care what is happening to people until it happens to them.

It’s a bit more sinister than that. Most members of the human race are actually quite decent and if they witnessed what passes for ‘mental health care’ at the Betsi – or indeed in many other places – they would be horrified. They really do not know how bad it is – when I first started this blog, I received a number of e mails telling me that they would not have believed my blog had they not witnessed such events themselves. I was in the same boat – I had no idea of what was happening to many young adults with learning disabilities until I started reading the blogs written by people like Sara Ryan, Mark Neary and Finola Moss. It is so bad that one’s first response is bound to be ‘that’s got to have been a one-off’ or ‘there’s got to be exaggeration here’. There isn’t, this is what is happening to vulnerable people at the hands of the nation’s welfare services – it is grim, yet it is only very rarely covered by the mainstream media. Sara Ryan revealed the deaths of hundreds of patients with mental health problems and learning disabilities at Southern Health. People knew that was happening but until Sara began her blog after the death of her own son it was ignored. Sara drew attention to it, received media coverage, was insulted by the GMC and now the world has moved on once more. Sara is a sociologist who specialises in learning disability who works at Oxford University and who spent years fighting to have her son’s death investigated – that is what it takes to even get heard.

The other problem is the constant stream of PR and propaganda that follows any suggestion that things are not what they should be in the UK welfare services. I have mentioned that after I blogged about research fraud in cancer research, suddenly high profile people were queuing up to advertise the benefits of the very things that I had exposed. This phenomenon has a long tradition in north Wales – every criticism of any domain overseen by the paedophiles’ friends results in a favourable media interview with the paedophiles’ friends and a venomous attack upon the person who has dared mention the criminality or the harm that they or other people had suffered.

After I wrote my post ‘I Know Nuzzing’ which detailed the backgrounds and networks of all those in Gwynedd County Council who had stood by whilst the paedophile gang operated within the children’s homes run by that Council, Gruff Rhys of the Super Furry Animals appeared in the north Wales media explaining that he was going to hold a concert with his super star friends to celebrate the 70th anniversary of the NHS. Gruff Rhys is the son of the former Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council, Ioan Bowen Rees, who was discussed in my post.

There’s been a bit more free PR in the Welsh media over the past few days provided by people connected to those discussed on this blog. Paul Jones gave an interview with his bad boy made good story. Paul grew up in Denbigh and reminisced over how hopeless he was at Denbigh High School, that there was nothing to do if you were living in Denbigh when he was a teenager, so he never expected to find himself hanging out with celebs like he is now that he’s made it big as an actor. To what does Paul attribute his good fortune? The youth theatre group at Theatre Clwyd in Mold. Theatre Clwyd has featured on this blog – it is best described as the paedophiles’ friends folly.

Theatre Clwyd is a very impressive Theatre in a very small town and the person behind it was T.M. Hadyn Rees, the then Chief Exec of Clwyd County Council (see post ‘Ain’t Nothing Clean – Not Even The Welsh Calvinistic Methodists’). Theatre Clwyd has periodic crash crises and on many such occasions, after the Theatre had been ‘rescued’, there was a cash crisis at Clwyd County Council. Theatre Clwyd is really great – I’ve been there myself – but whilst Hadyn Rees was busting a gut to establish that Theatre and keep it going, the coffers of the Council were inexplicably empty and there were bugger all services for local people , despite at one point the council tax being sky high. There was also a paedophile gang operating in the children’s homes and Dafydd’s mates on Clwyd County Council and Clwyd Health Authority ensured that Dafydd was able to continue to unlawfully imprison victims of the gang in the dungeon at the North Wales Hospital without any questions being asked.

Paul Jones – and the even more famous Rhys Ifans, who grew up in Ruthin and went to school in Mold and was a friend of Gruff Rhys – have done very nicely out of Theatre Gwynedd, as have a few folk who enjoyed going along to watch the productions (as I did). But a lot of people paid a very great price for Theatre Clwyd. It’s called democracy Paul – a vicious paedophile gang being ignored because the Chief Exec of the County Council wants a theatre is not worth it. If you and Rhys wanted careers as actors there would have been a better way than that.

I note that Paul Jones came from Denbigh. Employment for the whole town was provided by the North Wales Hospital and when it closed – whilst Paul was at school – there was no other work. That was why no-one in that town – or any politician who stood for election there – would say a word about the rampant abuse that was going on in the institution. They should have. Hundreds of people were incarcerated, many of them illegally and a number of people were never seen again. The answer was to have admitted what was going on and at the same time press for continued development of the town, so that it would have a future that was not dependent upon Dafydd and a paedophile gang. A theatre in a neighbouring town providing titbits for a few fortunate people and their friends and relatives was not the answer.

 

More PR for the Betsi and the paedophiles’ friends was provided by BBC News Wales Online in the guise of a feature on Rhiannon Tudor Edwards. Rhiannon is Co-Director of the Centre for Health Economics and Medicines Evaluation at Bangor University, along with Dyfrig Hughes. Rhiannon is well-known because she lost her sight when she was young and is accompanied by a guide dog. Profiles of Rhiannon always mention her sterling work in health economics and summarise it as Rhiannon and Dyfrig researching and advising as to how the NHS can obtain ‘best value for money’. One glimpse of the NHS in north Wales – or indeed anywhere else – suggests that Rhiannon and Dyfrig are not dispensing very good advice, or if they are their advice is being ignored.

Rhiannon did her PhD at York University and lectured in health economics at Liverpool University. She also had an Honorary position with Liverpool Health Authority.  She and Dyfrig were ‘head hunted’ – I’d be interested to know by whom and why – to set up their unit at Bangor in 1998. Rhiannon works closely with a number of UKCRC registered Trials Units. She has worked in collaboration with trials of public health and psychosocial interventions and lead the economic evaluation of a range of trials in dementia care and parenting programmes.

Rhiannon  has served terms on the MRC  Steering Group on the economic returns of biomedical research in the UK, Wales Office for Research and Development in Health and Social Care Grants Committee and, with colleagues at Bangor, supported  the NICE  Collaborating  Centre  for  Cancer.

Rhiannon’s bread and butter is reassuring everyone that what is failing so dismally and so lethally in NHS Wales is actually a rip-roaring success. Wales has some of the worst health outcomes in Europe – and Rhiannon and Dyfrig have been telling NHS Wales what to fund for 20 years now. Rhiannon has been at the heart of giving the green light to numerous ‘interventions’ which do not work and which only ever found their way into the clinic because of the manipulation of data by everybody involved.

Rhiannon’s work on dementia care was carried out with Prof Bob Woods. Bob Woods was one of the paedophiles’ friends who worked in Newcastle-Upon-Tyne and the Institute of Psychiatry before going to Bangor (see post ‘The Newcastle-Upon-Tyne Connection?’). He led the clinical psychology training programme in north Wales whilst it was based at the North Wales Hospital and he knew what was happening to patients. Bob Woods is an advisor to the Betsi on dementia care – he has advised on dementia care in north Wales for years. The result was Tawel Fan. Presumably Bob had OK’d the ‘care’ – elderly people crawling around naked on floors covered in urine and faeces, one of them with an untreated broken arm – and Rhiannon had reassured everyone that it was value for money.

Rhiannon’s work on ‘parenting’ was carried out with Judy Hutchings – Hutchings was named ‘woman of the year’ in Wales a few years ago. Hutchings was a child psychologist working in a region in which a paedophile gang operated through the welfare services, of course she was woman of the year, look who was sitting in the Senedd at the time – there was Jane Hutt, Brian Gibbons, Rhodri and Julie Morgan etc. Hutchings’s parenting work – ‘Incredible Years’ – was also going horribly wrong but that wasn’t mentioned at the Glittering Awards Ceremony. I knew someone who’s young nephew’s dad died of cancer and the little boy’s mum was horrified to receive a letter from a member of Hutchings’s team offering her the ‘parenting programme’ because her little boy was distressed and they wondered if she and her ‘ex husband’ had been aggressive in front of the little boy. The boy’s mum contacted the Incredible Years chumps and explained that her late – rather than ex – husband had recently died slowly of cancer which was why she was a single parent and probably why her son was distressed.

I and a colleague attended a public lecture of Rhiannon’s a few years ago. The lecture was one of a series which had been organised by Richard Tranter, a Top Doctor at the Hergest Unit who was spearheading the propaganda war on behalf of the paedophiles’ friends at the time after Health Minister Edwina Hart had abolished the NW Wales NHS Trust. Richard later scuttled off to New Zealand when even Rhiannon and Dyfrig could no longer disguise what was happening at the Hergest Unit.

Rhiannon’s lecture was certainly interesting. It was advertised as a lecture on health economics. There was a slide of Rhiannon’s dad – a Top Doctor – who, as Rhiannon explained, inspired her to take up a career in health economics on the grounds that the NHS Must Always Be Protected. Then there were a number of slides of Rhiannon out riding on her horse with her friend Linda Dykes, a Top Doctor from the A&E Dept of Ysbyty Gwynedd. For many years now Linda has ignored the sight of psych patients being met with aggression or refused treatment by the staff the A&E Dept. Then Rhiannon made a number of statements about NHS funding and health economics that both I and my colleague noticed were wrong. We presumed that this was a minor slip up – but no, a number of other statements followed which were equally wrong. We both noticed that Rhiannon felt able to speak on matters completely outside of her experience without any qualifying comments.

The finale was questions from the audience. Both I and my colleague decided that we weren’t even going to go there. There were a lot of Top Doctors from Ysbyty Gwynedd in the audience who had lapped up Rhiannon’s uncritical praise of them and their work – and cooed over the photos of dad and Blind Woman On Horse – but one seemed a bit out of sorts and grumpily raised his hand. He told Rhiannon that he was a highly qualified man and he would decide what was best for his patients and he wanted to do lots of private work as well and why should he be told what to do by the bloody Welsh Gov’t. I resisted the temptation to yell out ‘because they pay you the best part of a hundred grand a year to serve the public you arrogant bastard’ – which was just as well because Rhiannon set him straight. Rhiannon explained that she will always support the NHS like her dad did before her, because the NHS was set up to Help The Poor and the Poor receive far more benefit from the NHS than everyone else. My colleague and I left before we threw up.

Rhiannon – the people who have done really well out of the NHS in north Wales are you and your colleagues, not The Poor. Every analysis has demonstrated that the more advantaged socio-economic groups gain far more from the NHS than do disadvantaged groups. The NHS institutionally discriminates against people with serious mental health problems and learning disabilities to such an extent that their life spans are decades shorter than other people. Poor people in every part of the UK die at a younger age than affluent people – and in some areas the gap is widening. Whilst you wrote papers with Bob Woods and Judy Hutchings, the ‘services’ that they provided trafficked young people into sex work.

Rhiannon is living proof that middle class people, even when they have disabilities, do rather better out of the welfare system than other people. Rhiannon is a health economist who has taken advantage of Gov’t support to provide her with assistance at work, both in terms of manpower (or it’s probably woman power) and hi tech equipment. I know a woman from Caernarfon with sight loss as severe as Rhiannon’s. She has been offered a guide dog but not a lot else. She has had no paid jobs since she left school at 16 other than ‘work experience’ schemes. Unlike Rhiannon she didn’t go to Atlantic College – one of the most expensive schools in Wales – and then do a degree. She went to Ysgol Sir Huw Owen in Caernarfon where she was so badly bullied for being blind that she seized every opportunity not to go to school. She ended up in the hands of the mental health services where yet more damage was inflicted upon her by some of those with whom Rhiannon works. She very nearly ended up in prison when she was younger as a result of trivial offences, but a lecturer from Bangor University who knew her socially made representation to the magistrates and offered to support her. She has spent the last ten years leading a very much more meaningful life than she ever would have if she had remained in the clutches of those whom Rhiannon has assessed as providing good value for money.

 

Jeremy Hunt has been fighting the tidal wave of propaganda himself this week. There is outrage that Hunt has offered NHS workers a 6% pay rise but in return has withdrawn a days holiday from them. Jeremy Corbyn is livid. I don’t think there is anything to worry about, I can tell the two Jeremys exactly what will happen. The NHS workers will take their pay rise and will all send in a sick note at a time convenient to them to ensure that they don’t lose their days holiday, they’ll be organising the campaign right now.