Jennifer’s Diary

In the late 1980s, as I and Brown came under increasing attack from the paedophiles’ friends and some of those known to me in Somerset found themselves in receipt of friendship and generosity from the friends and relatives of the idle rich who had for some reason begun to frequent the Cottage Inn at Fiddington and other locations in the Bridgwater area (eg. see posts ‘Those Who Are Ready To Serve’ and ‘Upper Class Twit Of The Year – Shooting Themselves’), I noticed something rather inexplicable happening to my father where his employment was concerned.

When younger, my father worked in agriculture but in middle age he went to work in a small ailing factory in Bridgwater owned by a company called Redland Quilting. Redland was a company set up years previously by a man called Bill Cockhill, who had been a business associate of my grandpa’s from years previously. After my grandpa died I suspect that Bill began ripping off my father, because from what I remember it was then that things became very difficult. I have no idea how well grandpa knew Bill Cockhill. Bill was chatty and charming but I have been told that he was very unscrupulous.

I don’t think that Bill’s background was quite what Bill liked people to believe that it might have been. Although by the late 1970s Bill was living in a grand house near Bristol, driving Aston Martin cars and had sent his two daughters to expensive schools, Bill had little education and had been to a secondary modern school. My father used to notice that although Bill could do the socialising bit needed for business very well, Bill was not that sharp and not that knowledgeable.

When father went to work at Redland – I think that Bill had persuaded grandpa that this would be a great opportunity, only for it to be a really bum deal – the business side of the company was managed by a man called Ken Dewar and his wife Doreen assisted. Ken and Doreen were big names in the Bridgwater Tories and were also involved with charidee – they helped set up the Bridgwater Samaritans. So imagine everyone’s surprise when in the mid-1970s Bill found that Ken had embezzled thousands of quid from Redland, had stolen an expensive machine and had set up his own business on the back of everything that he’d nicked from Bill. The dosh that had been stolen were the bonuses that were due to my father. Ken Dewar pocketed the lot. Doreen was in on the swindle.

Bill confronted the Dewars and they fessed up. I don’t know why Bill didn’t prosecute them – did they have knowledge of wrongdoing on Bill’s part perhaps? – but Bill cut them out of his life and business, photocopied all the evidence that he’d gathered on them and sent it to all Ken Dewar’s business associates. Dewar’s business plans came to an end, but the Dewars still seemed to enjoy an affluent existence and were not frozen out of polite society in Bridgwater. They established the Samaritans AFTER Bill had exposed the Dewars as crooks…

The Dewars had a son called Neil who was quite a bit older than me whom I never met, who I think might be the Dr Neil Dewar who works as an environmental scientist at the University of Capetown. The Dewars also had a daughter, Fiona, who was about two years older than me with whom I sometimes played before her parents robbed my father. When I was a young adult, Fiona Dewar appeared in the media constructed as a Plucky Young Woman after she beat up a thief who tried to steal her car. Fiona would have been able to do that, when she was a teenager she was noted for being very tall, she was about six foot. I did note the irony of the Dewars being interviewed by the press in their capacity as crime fighters…

I was always of the opinion that father should have confronted the Dewars, but he didn’t. Bill saw them off and I suspect that father thought that the Dewars would then keep a discreetly low profile. Of course they didn’t, they played a leading light in Bridgwater which I suspected left father in a difficult position. A bit like all those in north Wales who had been stuffed over by Dafydd et al but who didn’t feel able to say anything.

Many years ago, it was suggested to me that the Freemasons in Somerset targeted my father after my grandfather had died as a revenge attack, not being able to get at grandpa himself, who loathed the Masons and openly took the piss out of them. I dismissed this out of hand at the time, but then when I began investigating Dafydd et al who were definitely protected by Freemasonry, I received messages telling me to look into what happened to my father because Masonic corruption was almost certainly involved. In a town like Bridgwater, Freemasonry would have been very influential in the 1960s and 70s, so for a while I thought, well it might have been possible. Since I began the blog, the information has been coming in…

After the departure of the Dewars, Redland carried on as a near sweat-shop. I worked there in the summer holidays after my O levels and there were a few things which were quite surreal. The workers were Bridgwater people who lived nearby, most of them were young women with no qualifications who were desperate to get married and have kids to escape the drudgery of their jobs. There were three older women who worked much harder and who were very chatty. One of them was lovely, a mother of two who’s son had been at school with me. She knew much of what I have written about on this blog with regard to Bridgwater, the dreadful conduct of some professional people and their corruption, but she took the view that people like her and her husband would never have been listened to if they had ever raised concerns. One of the other older women was later found to be stealing from the business in quite a big way – although not on the sort of scale that the Dewars did – and Bill sacked her.

Bill’s daughter Sheena worked at Redland that summer with me. Sheena was training to be a riding instructor and was an incredibly hard worker. I became quite friendly with Sheena throughout those weeks, although I never saw her again afterwards.

Bill himself would turn up at Redland for two or three days a week. He would work alongside everyone and chat, but the style that Bill lived in was certainly noted by the workers who really were paid a pittance, even by the standards of unskilled work, so there was resentment towards him.

There was another visitor to Redland as well, someone who was not the sort of man one would trip over in Bridgwater that often. Michael Biggs, or as he was always called with a degree of sarcasm, Mr Biggs. Mr Biggs was posh. Really posh, not just a GP in Bridgwater and a County Councillor. Mr Biggs had been to Eton and had been an officer in the Guards. He was a ‘businessman’ who lived in Godalming, Surrey.

Michael Biggs was one of Redland’s customers. For a few years, Redland manufactured things that were referred to as ‘freezer bags’. They were the forerunners of cold storage boxes. I always thought that the freezer bags were really naff, but they were designed to enable frozen food to be stored in them without it melting. There were no other similar products on the market at the time, so there was a demand for them. It was Michael Biggs who sold the freezer bags, from his base in Godalming.

Living in Somerset and knowing many small businessmen and farmers I was well-versed regarding the sins of the ‘middle man’. The bloke who did nothing but sell a product at vast profit which had been farmed or made by someone else who was paid bugger all. Michael Biggs was a middle man par excellence. He purchased the freezer bags from Redland for something like £1 each. Michael flogged them for nearly £9. Biggs didn’t even pack the bags – Redland did absolutely everything, made the freezer bags and packed them, even putting the instruction leaflets in before sealing the packaging. Michael Biggs would arrive in Bridgwater once a week with a trailer and Range Rover and the Redland workers would load Biggs’s trailer with the freezer bags and he’d drive back to Godalming with them. Biggs would watch us load the trailer, he didn’t put one bag in himself. Neither did Mr Biggs splash out on advertising more than he had to. The rather boring looking lady holding the freezer bag who appeared on the leaflets and in the adverts was Biggs’s daughter. As far as I can work out, all Biggs did was store the freezer bags in Surrey, place a few small ads in cheap n cheerful publications and then dispatch the freezer bags. The customers had to pay postage and packing.

I cannot fathom why Bill entered into this arrangement with Biggs. Bill was a sharp and greedy man, he knew that Biggs was making a killing because he used to talk about it. Biggs ordered Bill about as well. It was Biggs who insisted that Redland should pack the freezer bags as well as manufacture them and yet Bill did not say piss off, you’re already doing really well out of all of this. When we were loading Biggs’s trailer, Sheena and Bill would help with the grafting, but not Biggs.

I didn’t visit Redland again after the summer of 1979 but obviously I heard about what went on there. I was reminded of Mr Biggs again in 1988, because I found myself living near him when I worked in the Cancer Research Campaign team at Surrey University. In my post ‘Oh Lordy, It’s CR UK’ I detailed how my work at Surrey was plagiarised and given to Professor Nicola Curtin of Newcastle-upon-Tyne University, who published it with her name on it. I was made redundant after a year on the grounds that there was no further funding for me, while my work was used to secure further funding which was given to other researchers.

My post ‘Reports Of Death Were Greatly Exaggerated’ describes a big research fraud that was perpetrated by those associated with my colleagues at Surrey which resulted in a scandal in 1990, causing one member of the team to kill himself when the fraud was exposed. One person involved was Dr Peter Macguire, a former colleague of Dr Tony Francis. Macguire was a psychiatrist who suddenly decided that he was going to become a cancer researcher, just at the time that I entered cancer research.

By the time that I was working in Surrey, Dafydd et al were in full pursuit of me, as documents in my possession demonstrate. They were also using unlawful means to trace my home addresses.

It was when I lived in Surrey that a serial rapist targeted me. I got away, but he raped the woman who was the next person along the footpath after me.

The CRC team at Surrey was led by Prof Vincent Marks, who’s brother Dr John Marks was President of the BMA. When I worked for Vincent Marks, his brother was in full battle with Health Secretary Ken Clarke. They loathed each other. No-one won the battle because they were both concealing the wrongdoing of Dafydd et al.

In Surrey I was unable to get effective NHS care. Professor Marks recommended a truly appalling psychiatrist called Michael Browne, telling me that he was ‘very good’. He wasn’t. Browne’s base, Brookwood Hospital, had been named and shamed repeatedly for neglecting patients so badly that they killed themselves. A few years after I left Surrey, Michael Browne was named in a scandal involving the gross clinical negligence of a young man who died in Wormwood Scrubs. See post ‘The BMA At The Root Of Another Mystery?’.

I registered with the GP nearest to where I lived, a man called Michael Hudson. On my first visit he was rude and hostile and refused to assist me. Hudson was later struck off but I don’t know why. I didn’t return to Hudson, but instead went to another surgery, where I met a much nicer GP, Nigel Baldock. Dr Baldock made it clear that he had no opinion of psychiatrists. But guess what happened after my first consultation with Dr Baldock? He received a phone call from ever such a helpful man from north Wales who was so worried about me and just wanted to help, Dr D.G.E. Wood (see post ‘The BMA At The Root Of Another Mystery?’). That’s the D.G.E. Wood who came from Bristol, who’s father was a Top Doc in Bristol and who still lived there, the D.G.E. Wood who had a whole corrupt network in Bristol, linked with David Hunt’s corrupt network in Bristol. The Lord David Hunt who spent so many years in the Welsh Office concealing the crimes of Dafydd, Francis, Wood et al, as detailed in previous posts.

Bill Cockhill lived in Bristol, his network was there and Redland was a company which originated in Bristol.

When I lived in Surrey, I was walking in the Devil’s Punch-Bowl when I had a fall and sustained quite a nasty injury. I didn’t break anything, but I tore ligaments. I went to the hospital in Guildford who told me that there was nothing that they could do about this, I just had to go home and rest my ankle. I was able to walk again after a couple of weeks but the injury never healed properly and I still have a weakness in my ankle. I was later told that there was a lot more that the hospital could have done and that they knew this.

Then there was the time in Surrey that I sliced my finger open and rang the GP on call to ask for advice as to how to treat the injury because the adipose tissue was falling out which was worrying. He told me that there was nothing that he could do and rang off.

When I worked for Vincent Marks, I lived in a village called Thursley. It was just down the road from Godalming. Mr Biggs lived in Godalming. Biggs lived at The Mill, Mill Lane. Biggs is listed as being a Director of M.R.B. Holdings, a Director of M.R.B. Properties, a Director of Hatch Mill Properties Ltd and a Director of Eusalink Ltd. Biggs certainly built an empire on the back of those freezer bags and the badly paid workers of Redland Quilting.

I shared the cottage at Thursley with two young people, Guy and Beth, who were the offspring of well-heeled Surrey professionals but who seemed to be at a rather loose end. Beth’s mother was an educational psychologist and I have been told that she might have been nobbled by Dafydd’s network. Beth’s mum lived in Godalming. For a while, a midwife called Ann shared the house with us. I became quite friendly with Ann, she knew what had happened to me in north Wales and was worried for my safety. She told me that she had witnessed patient harm in hospitals and Top Doctors destroying medical records to conceal it, which was why she left midwifery. Ann was working in a private school for children with difficulties but resigned after just a few months and left Surrey. She discovered more and more about the school which made her increasingly unhappy and I now suspect that she discovered that there was abuse of the children there. She didn’t ever tell me that, but the euphemisms that Ann used I now know to be those used when people are getting the hell out of somewhere because there is abuse of vulnerable people happening. It has also been suggested to me that Ann was either a member of the security services who was sent to befriend me or that she was terrified of what was unravelling in north Wales and fled. See post ‘BMA Calling, BMA Calling’.

It was when I was working at Surrey University in 1988 that upheavals occurred at Redland Quilting. Redland was located off the Bristol Road in Bridgwater. There was a big new development planned and a load of old properties, including some houses and the building which Redland occupied, were going to be demolished. I don’t know whether it was a case of a compulsory purchase order, but as far as I knew, there was no choice, the buildings were going to be demolished. So Redland had to find new premises if it were to continue in business. Bill Cockhill then announced that he had found someone who wanted to buy Redland, which came as quite a surprise to me, it was not the sort of business that would be snapped up. Even more surprisingly, the new owner was a businessman from Nottingham no less, a man called Richard Tennant.

I had worked at Nottingham until Dec 1987, it was where I witnessed the huge research fraud carried out at the Cancer Research Campaign laboratories at Nottingham University, by Prof Robert Baldwin and his merry men and a few women as well (see post ‘Oh Lordy, It’s CR UK’). Nottingham was where I made friends with the two medical students who also witnessed neglect and research fraud who later left medicine. One of those medical students had a father who was a Civil Service mandarin. I have found out who he was and there is a blog post coming soon about him. His daughter was lovely, but Baldwin’s henchmen did not like her and she was under fire from them.

Not only had Richard Tennant from Nottingham bought Redland from Bill Cockhill, but Richard explained that Redland would be relocating to Nottingham, so obviously the local Bridgwater workers would all be made redundant. My father was about 60. The ‘redundancy packages’ offered were derisory. Father knew that although he’d worked all his life, he would never get another job again at his age. He was also the sort of person who would never have considered claiming benefits, except for the old age pension which he wasn’t due for another five years.

So Richard Tennant offered father a job in Nottingham, although he knew that father had spent virtually his entire life in Somerset and owned his house there. Richard acknowledged that father couldn’t be expected to sell up and relocate to Nottingham, so after a lot of wriggling around on Tennant’s part, Tennant made an alternative offer to father instead. He offered father a job in Nottingham from Monday to Thursday, along with father being put up in a B&B from Monday to Thursday paid for by Tennant, so that father could commute from Somerset. The pay was higher than father’s previous salary, but wasn’t actually high enough for most people to have said yes to such an arrangement. A younger person beginning a career might have agreed to this, but not a sixty year old man who was physically strong still but who’s health was beginning to decline. But being father he said yes, because, as he said to me, I’ll never get another job and I am not going on the dole.

So father started the long distance commuting. He commented to me that he was surprised to find that the other guests in the ‘B&B’ were young families on the dole with children. I guessed what sort of ‘B&B’ Richard Tennant had chosen in which to house his employee. This arrangement went on for a while, with father getting increasingly knackered and realising that the ‘B&B’ was quite insalubrious really. It transpired that Tennant owned a little flat in Nottingham, so father started using that.

I heard from most other people that Richard Tennant was a charming, pleasant man who wasn’t an unscrupulous old bugger like Bill Cockhill. But father seemed less enamoured of Richard Tennant. It was fairly clear that father was exhausted and was being exploited but did not feel able to do anything about this. I think that he might have tried to raise the subject with Tennant once, because when a relative told father that this was an unacceptable arrangement, father snapped ‘well he’s made it very clear to me that I’m already costing him a fortune’.

The bizarre arrangement continued for a number of years, until father did retire. Father’s life was undoubtedly at risk during those years. His health began failing and the commuting to Nottingham was so exhausting that he was falling asleep at the wheel. Richard Tennant knew about this. Father had what I know damn well was a heart attack. For once father actually allowed a Top Doctor to be called, who told father than one thing that he hadn’t had was a heart attack. Dr fucking Matthews of Nether Stowey knew as well as I did that father had indeed had a heart attack, but not only had Matthews already killed the dad of a girl with whom I went to school by gross neglect, but I have been told that Matthews knew that father had a daughter who would not shut up about the criminal activity that she had witnessed in north Wales.

Richard Tennant stepped in with his generous offer of employment to my father in 1988. I have found a website on which someone but I’m not sure who describes the evolution of Richard’s business. This is Richard’s Story:

The more observant amongst you will have noticed the addition of a new logo onto our website. Well – it’s been going on for a while now – but we’ve created an alliance with Tennant Varipack in Nottingham. And I think we know them well enough now to introduce you….

Established back 1955 by William Cockhill, as Redland Quilting, the Company was a successful supplier of PVC products to the furniture industry.

Mark DarbyIn 1980, the company diversified into the stationery market, producing ring binders and media packs. This was followed a few years later by a change of location and name as Redland Quilting became Redland PVC Products and moved from Bristol to Nottingham. The company changed hands in 1988 when William Cockhill retired and sold the business to Richard Tennant. After the acquisition of Varipack Ltd, the name changed yet again to Tennant Varipack.

Richard is long-time friend of Duraweld and, with an eye to the future, he looked to us to carry on the business, delivering high quality vinyl stationery and packaging products to a national market.

We are thrilled to have Tennant Varipack as part of the Duraweld group and will continue to supply Tennant’s customers under the Tennant Varipack name for many years to come. It is our ambition to grow the market for customised vinyl stationery and promotional packaging from the Nottingham site as well as introduce the many loyal customers of Tennant Varipack to Duraweld’s range of paper-over-board and polypropylene products.

Mark Darby has re-joined the Company in a sales development role, operating out of our Nottingham Sales Office; he is available to visit customers of both Duraweld and Tennant Varipack.

 

This reminded me of one great mystery regarding Richard Tennant’s purchase of Redland – how did Tennant ever hear about Redland and why did he ever buy it? Tennant’s company was of a very different nature to Redland, it made completely different products. Why did a man in Nottingham with a completely different business purchase an ailing little company in Bridgwater which occupied a building which Tennant knew was being demolished and make all the workers redundant except for father, whom he then worked nearly to death? Tennant had never done business with Cockhill and no-one in Somerset had even heard of Richard Tennant before he declared his interest in buying Redland.

It is mentioned in the website’s spiel that Bill ‘retired’. No, Bill only sold Redland because the building was being demolished. Bill I’m fairly sure continued to be a very busy bee with business interests. Not that Bill was a busy bee for very long after he flogged Redland to Richard Tennant. Because Bill died. Father was upset and deeply shocked because he went to see Bill in Bristol one day, only to find Bill and his wife Marion in bits because Bill had just been told by his Top Doctor that he was ‘riddled with cancer’, nothing could be done and Bill had only weeks to live. Days later Bill died.

Bill was an affluent man who unlike father didn’t loathe Top Docs and keep away from them. Bill probably played golf with them. However Bill did not have any medical education. If Bill was showing signs of cancer, Bill would not have known. Neither would Marion or his daughters. Bill would have been entirely dependent upon the opinion of the Top Doc. Who of course could have been trusted to always do the best for his patients. As Dr ‘you haven’t had a heart attack’ Matthews, Dr Dafydd Alun Jones and my boss’s brother Dr John Marks, President of the BMA will confirm.

In 1988 Dafydd, Tony Francis et al were CC’ing letters regarding ‘evidence’ of my crimes that they were intending to use to have me imprisoned to Tony Chadwick, the BMA’s representative in Wales. Chadwick was even popping up to Bangor to discuss the problem that was me. Chadwick knew that the ‘evidence’ being presented to him was untrue (see eg. ‘THE BLOG POST WHICH WAS HACKED CAN NOW BE READ’ and ‘Gwlad y Menig Gwynion’). Professor Robert Owen was colluding with Dafydd et al to ensure that the crimes of Dafydd et al would be concealed when my complaint was finally ‘investigated’ (see post ‘Enter Professor Robert Bluglass CBE’).

Mary Wynch had made legal history by winning her case against Dafydd et al. Alison Taylor had blown the whistle on the abuse of children in north Wales as loud as she could had written to Thatcher and Tony Newton the Secretary of State for Social Security and had been sacked from her job as a social worker by Gwynedd County Council.

Richard Tennant stepped in with his generous offer of employment to my father in the year that I was living just down the road from Michael Biggs and year that Ken Clarke was in an all out war with the brother of my boss Vincent Marks at Surrey University.

 

Ken Clarke, the Health Secretary during July 1998-Nov 1990, was the Tory MP for Rushcliffe in Nottingham. Before Ken Clarke entered politics, he was a barrister in Nottingham. Ken Clarke remained friendly with barristers and others in Nottingham throughout his years in Parliament. They were on such good terms that at one point Ken’s old Chambers asked him to return as a partner. Ken said no, but he did offer his old mates ‘advice’. Ken Clarke had many business interests throughout his career.

How are you getting on with your One Nation Conservatism and curries then Ken? Fancy a pint? Go on, have another me old mate, it’s amazing what downing a few with the lads can lead to. You hear all sorts of things when people are half-pissed.

 

Richard Tennant had a famous nephew, Neil Tennant of the Pet Shop Boys! Father knew that Richard’s nephew was in something called the Pet Shop Boys, but I’m not sure that father knew that Neil Tennant was a gay idol among rent boys as well as other gays. Neil Tennant’s wiki tells us that he revealed that he was gay in 1994. Well how did I know that Neil was gay years before then? I wasn’t an active gay male teenager moving in Neil’s circle but I was under no illusions and I don’t think that many other people were either.

Neil Tennant was born and brought up in Newcastle-upon-Tyne as a Catholic. There was a paedophile gang operating in the Newcastle area with direct links to Dafydd’s gang in north Wales/Cheshire.

Neil Tennant moved to London to study at the North London Poly – now London Metropolitan University – and graduated in 1975. He worked for two years as the London Editor for Marvel Comic and gradually moved into music journalism. Tennant ended up editing TV tie-in books for ITV books moved to ITV Books and in 1982 he was appointed News Editor of ‘Smash Hits’. In 1983 he became Assistant Editor. Tennant edited the 1982, 1983 and 1984 editions of The Smash Hits Yearbook.

Buring the 1970s and 80s, John Allen and Dafydd were grooming and trafficking teenaged boys from children’s homes in north Wales to work as rent boys in London and Brighton on a massive scale. Neil Tennant almost certainly heard something about it.

Neil is a Patron of the Elton John AIDS Foundation. He maintains a house in London and a house in County Durham. Up there in Blair’s political stronghold.

In 1998, Tennant was named in a list of the biggest private financial donors to the Labour Party. However, in the 2005 General Election, he voted Lib Dem.

Neil Tennant’s hits include ‘It’s A Sin’ and ‘Opportunities (Let’s Make Lots Of Money)’.

Dr Dafydd Alun Jones

 

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The Chancellor of Surrey University is and was when I worked there Lilibet’s cousin, Edward, the Duke of Kent. His mother, Princess Marina of Greece, was a cousin of Phil the Greek. Since 1967 the Duke of Kent has been Grand Master of the United Grand Lodge of England and in December 2013, he celebrated 50 years as a Freemason. 

 

Dr Dafydd Alun Jones

 

 

The Duke of Kent went to Eton and enjoyed a long career in the British Army, reaching the rank of Field Marshal. Purely on the basis of his talent of course. The Duke was for many years Vice-Chairman of British Trade International, formerly known as the British Overseas Trade Board, and later as the UK’s Special Representative for International Trade and Investment. He was also the Vice-Chairman of the British Overseas Trade Board, in which capacity he became the first member of the Royal family to visit China in 1979 with his focus being on the British Energy Exhibition in Beijing.

From 1971 to 2000, the Duke of Kent was President of English football’s governing body, The Football Association. The Duke has served as the President of The Scout Association since 1975. He also serves as the president of the All England Lawn Tennis and Croquet Club, a position in which he succeeded his late mother, Princess Marina, Duchess of Kent. His other roles include President of the Commonwealth War Graves Commission, the RAF Benevolent Fund, the RNLI, the Stroke Institution, the Royal United Services Institute, the Royal Institution, the British Racing Drivers’ Club and Patron of Royal West Norfolk Golf Club, Kent County Cricket Club, Opera North, Trinity Laban Conservatoire of Music and Dance and St Mungo’s Broadway, benefiting the homeless. The Duke is on the advisory panel for the Mountbatten Medal and presents the medal once the decision has been made. The Duke of Kent is one of the Royal Fellows of the Royal Academy of Engineering. For almost 29 years, the Duke has been the Patron of Endeavour, a national youth organisation. He has also served as Royal Patron of The Honourable Society of Lincoln’s Inn since 2001, a position previously occupied by his father. In 2015, the Duke received the Dresden Peace Prize for ‘his contribution to British-German reconciliation’.

The Duke of Kent married Katharine Worsley. Katharine was born at Hovingham Hall, Yorkshire, the only daughter of Sir William Arthington, 4th Baronet and his wife, Joyce Morgan Brunner. Her mother was the daughter of Sir John Brunner, 2nd Baronet and granddaughter of Sir John Brunner, 1st Baronet, the founder of Brunner Mond,which later became ICI. She is a descendant of Oliver Cromwell. Worsley was christened at All Saints’ Church, Hovingham, on 2 April 1933. Her godparents were her maternal uncle Sir Felix Brunner, 3rd Baronet, Major Sir Digby Lawson, 2nd Baronet, her paternal aunt Winifred Colegate and Margaret Fife of Nunnington Hall.

Katharine did not receive any formal education until the age of 10. She was educated at Queen Margaret’s School, York and at Runton Hill School in North Norfolk. At school she was was taught to play the piano, organ and violin. In her final year at Runton Hill, she was formally elected music secretary; in this role, she organized school recitals in Norwich. Katharine left school with a ‘pass’ in oral French and a ‘very good’ in English literature. There was never a category for ‘very good’ at O level, so what Katherine passed I cannot fathom.

Katharine worked for some time in a children’s home in York and worked at a nursery school in London. She failed to gain admission to the Royal Academy of Music, but followed her brothers to Oxford. They went to Oxford University, but Katharine studied at Miss Hubler’s Finishing School, 22 Merton Street, devoting much of her time to music. Perhaps because ‘very good’ at English lit wasn’t sufficient to get Katharine through the doors of Oxford.  At Miss Hubler’s, Katherine was one of only eight pupils and was instructed by three different teachers: The Principal herself, Miss Hubler, taught French literature, painting, and history; a French woman taught cookery; and a Viennese lady taught music.

Katharine met Prince Edward, Duke of Kent, while he was based at Catterick Camp. Edward proposed to her with a ring consisting of ‘an oval sapphire with a round diamond on either side.’ On 8 June 1961, the couple married at York Minster, the first Royal marriage in that location in 633 years. The bride’s father escorted her and the best man was Prince Michael of Kent. Princess Anne was one of the bridesmaids. The Archbishop of York Michael Ramsey conducted the marriage service. Guests included actors Noel Coward as well as members of the British, Greek, Danish, Norwegian, Yugoslavian, Romanian and Spanish Royal families. 273 yards of fabric were used to make her white silk gauze dress which had ‘a high neckline and long sleeves and a commanding train,’ and was designed by John Cavanagh. The Kent Diamond and Pearl Fringe Tiara secured her veil.

Together, the couple have three children: George Windsor, Earl of St Andrews (born 26 June 1962); Lady Helen Taylor (born 28 April 1964); and Lord Nicholas Windsor (born 25 July 1970).

Katharine had an abortion in 1975 due to German measles and gave birth to a stillborn son, Patrick, in 1977, a loss that caused her to fall into a state of severe depression, about which she has spoken publicly. 

The Duchess moved to the married quarters in Hong Kong and Germany while her husband was serving at the military. The couple later took numerous royal engagements on behalf of the Queen, including the Ugandan independence celebrations and the coronation of the King of Tonga. 

The Duke and Duchess of Kent and some of their family caused a bit of a stir by concerting to Catholicism. It was stressed that because of the time at which they did this it would not affect their rights of succession to the throne. Not that it mattered, because there’s loads more in the queue in front of them.

The Duchess of Kent decided in 2002 not to use personally the style ‘Her Royal Highness’ and to reduce her Royal duties. Since then she has been informally known as Katharine Kent or Katharine, Duchess of Kent, although her formal style (e.g. in the Court Circular) remains HRH The Duchess of Kent. Despite her decision to stay away from public life, the Duchess continues to appear at major events.

In keeping with her withdrawal from full Royal duties in 1996, the Duchess took a position as a music teacher in Wansbeck Primary School in Kingston-upon-Hull. She also taught piano lessons in a rented studio flat near her official residence at Kensington Palace. The Duchess of Kent had served as the President of the Royal Northern College of Music and was the Director of National Foundation for Youth Music, 1999-07. She is Patron of national charity, Making Music, the National Federation of Music Societies, an umbrella organisation for amateur and voluntary music groups. Katharine is among the co-founders of Future Talent, a charity that helps young children with low-income backgrounds pursue a career in music. In May 2016, she hosted a concert for young children at Buckingham Palace in her capacity as founder of Future Talent.

In August 2016, the Duchess became an ambassador for the Samaritans ‘after a volunteer at the Teesside branch reached out to her’. In the way that Ken and Doreen Dewar reached out into the coffers of Redland Quilting in a previous time perhaps. The Duchess had previously been Royal Patron of the Samaritans, 1971-99. So she was Royal Patron when the Dewars were busy reaching out in Bridgwater. The Duchess is also a supporter of UNICEF. Whether small time crooks from Bridgwater were involved with UNICEF I don’t know.

 

When I was working at Surrey University, there was much discussion of what was felt to be entrenched discrimination against women in university research. My female colleagues were acutely aware of this, because as was typical of most universities as the time, female staff tended to be on insecure research contracts and male staff in tenured posts. This was very noticeable in the Dept of Biochemistry at Surrey where I worked. There were hordes of very active women research fellows, some of them excellent, yet ‘the academics’ (as they called themselves) were a bunch of ridiculous moribund old men who were not up to much. The most illustrious ‘academic’ was Dr Keith Snell who walked around with a permanent sneer on his face, he must have worked really hard at that. Snell didn’t acknowledge my existence and he even snubbed senior research fellows if they spoke to him. It was daft – as someone remarked to me, ‘he really must be not quite adequate to behave like this’.

Those whom received much snottiness from Keith Snell and The Academics included Helen Henneberry, Sheila Hampton and Debra Skene. They were all very good researchers, much better than The Academics. However, Helen, Sheila and Debra did know about wrongdoing and corruption at Surrey and elsewhere. Debra is still at Surrey, she has a Chair there now. Helen was married to Steve, a police officer who was in the Met’s River Police section. Helen knew what was happening to me at the hands of those in north Wales.

 

At that time, Surrey University boasted of one Professor Daphne Jackson, a nuclear physicist, notable for being the first female professor of physics in the UK. Jackson went to Peterborough County Grammar for Girls, from where she went onto Imperial College in London, which by the time that I was working at Surrey listening to Daphne’s public lectures on the travails of Wimmin in Science, had supplied many of the biggest umbrellas for Dafydd and the gang (see previous posts). 

Daphne Jackson moved to what became the University of Surrey at the invitation of Lewis Elton, I think to do her PhD, when he became Head of the Physics Department at Battersea College of Advanced Technology. Daphne became a lecturer and in 1971, Britain’s first female Professor of Physics when she was appointed by University of Surrey.

Lewis Elton is the dad of comedian Ben Elton. My post ‘The Rakes’ Progress’ discusses Lewis, Ben, their network and how much some of them knew about Dafydd et al.

Daphne became the Dean of Surrey University and sat on a range of bodies. She held a senior position at the Meteorological Office and was President of the Women’s Engineering Society and Vice-President of the Institute of Physics.

Jackson ‘campaigned for women’s rights and she was disappointed to see that talented women were lost in lowly jobs because they could not re-enter their career after a break’. In 1985 Jackson devised a plan to help these women by allowing them to work for two years where they could readjust to their discipline after taking a break to have a child, becoming a carer or just because they followed their husband’s career rather than their own. Jackson is reported as saying, ‘Imagine a society that would allow Marie Curie to stack shelves in a supermarket simply because she took a career break for family reasons.’

“Qualified women who are unemployed or under-employed following a career break for family commitments represent an appalling waste of talent and of investment in their initial education. Many such women are eager to return to their original careers or to a new field of activity for which their initial education is relevant, provided that retraining can be given and that they can, at least initially, work on a part-time basis.”

I certainly knew all about such circumstances. After my career in medical research was destroyed – Daphne and her colleagues assisted in this – because I had witnessed the serious crime of the Top Docs and their colleagues in north Wales, I spent years either not working or in jobs such as cleaning, indeed shelf-stacking and care work. I was well aware that my colleagues in those jobs wondered what the hell someone with my qualifications was doing in jobs like that, but I did explain to those with whom I became friends that what was going on in medical research was so bad that I did not regret not being there any more.

Professor Jackson the defender of working wimmin was diagnosed with cancer. Daphne’s obituary tells us that cancer ‘was a disease she was helping to fight through her work with the Institute for Cancer Research and the Royal Marsden Hospital’. So Daphne would have been party to that research fraud perpetrated by the staff of the Royal Marsden which involved Tony Francis’s friend Peter Macguire (see post ‘Reports Of Death Were Greatly Exaggerated’). Daphne knew those colleagues of mine from Surrey who stole my work and used it to raise more funds to secure their own futures at the Institute of Cancer Research (see post ‘Oh Lordy, It’s CR UK’).

Daphne died in 1991 of cancer. Which doesn’t surprise me. Were there not such endemic research fraud in cancer research, the outcomes for people who develop cancer might well be very much better than they are.

As ye sow, so shall ye reap Daphne:

 

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After Daphne The Wimmin’s Friend pegged out when her partners in crime the Top Docs found that they didn’t have a miracle cure after all – get your pink bras on and run a few more marathons ladies, CR UK needs a few more million to help YOU – the Daphne Jackson Trust was founded with a legacy, but I’m not sure where the legacy came from. The Trust is there to help Wimmin – although not wimmin who’ve blown the whistle on the Westminster Paedophile Ring or large scale research fraud obviously – and is based at the Physics Dept at the University of Surrey. The Patrons of the Daphne Jackson Trust are: Professor Dame Athene Donald,  Ms Vivienne Parry and Ms Maggie Philbin.

One of the Daphne Jackson Trustees is this blog’s old pal Prof Hilary Lappin-Scott. Hilary spent a brief time as the PVC for Research at Bangor University when I worked there. Hilary was the most atrocious bully, she was nakedly racist towards Welsh people and she was so rude that someone who approached Bangor University offering a partnership – one of the biggest investors in north west Wales that there is – walked away and had to be tempted back by a rather more sane member of staff. My own problems with Hilary reached a pinnacle when she refused to reimburse me my fieldwork expenses. I had done a great deal of fieldwork and the expenses ran into hundreds. Hilary refused to pay me. No reason, she just didn’t feel like it. I had no petrol to get to work and no money for groceries. A variety of friends bought petrol and groceries for me. Hilary departed from Bangor a few months later after the most enormous row when she made an allegiance with Prof Fergus Lowe and tried to close down five Depts. One of the lecturers from one Dept which Hilary announced that she was going to close committed suicide. No official details of Hilary’s departure were ever released but leaks from the organs of government let it be known that Hilary was dismissed and escorted off the premises by security. As Hilary left the premises, the IT staff were ordered to remove all references to her from the Bangor University website and to change all passwords and secure everything because of the fear that Hilary would carry out a revenge attack on Bangor.

When the e mail was circulated by the senior management informing everyone that Hilary no longer was employed by the University, loud cheering could be heard from offices and a celebratory e mail title ‘The Wicked Witch Is Dead’ was sent out by one of Hilary’s victims. Hilary was known at Bangor as Hilary Satan-Scott.

Everyone presumed that Hilary would never work again, but Brown said ‘ooh no, she’ll be a valuable resource for someone’. Indeed she has been. Hilary was subsequently given a job as PVC at Swansea University. Hilary was put in charge of the Business School, although she is a biologist. There were allegations of dreadful workplace bullying, staff resigned, there were allegations that jobs were given to friends of friends of Hilary’s and the students held a public protest on the grounds that what was going on was so damaging to the University’s reputation that their degrees were being devalued. An inquiry Chaired by a barrister followed.

Hilary recently won an award for Inspirational Wimmin and was photographed with Princess Anne.

The spiel on the Daphne Jackson Trust website tells us that Hilary is responsible for Equality and Diversity at Swansea University.

One look at Hilary’s fellow Trustees on the Daphne Jackson Trust website will reassure readers that Daphne has left behind a valuable legacy.

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The Daphne Jackson Medal and Prize was established in 2016 and named in Jackson’s honour, are awarded by the Institute of Physics ‘for exceptional early career contributions to physics education and to widening participation within it’.

In 1988, when I went to listen to Daphne speak about the struggles of wimmin who find themselves surrounded by those in possession of testicles, Daphne related an anecdote to illustrate the difficulties of being a High Achieving Woman. Daphne explained that her elderly mother was now frail and in need of care, so Daphne went to discuss the problem with a Top Doctor. The Top Doctor, who was a Top Doctor in possession of testicles, told Daphne that she’d have to give up work and look after her mother. Daphne explained that she was Professor Daphne Jackson The First Female Professor Of Physics In Britain, only to find that the Top Doctor repeated his suggestion that Daphne should give up her job and look after her mother. The other Wimmin in the room – including those who stole my data and used it to advance themselves – all tut tutted and agreed that No Man would have been spoken to like that. Certainly not Keith Snell.

I didn’t like to mention to the Wimmin that no, the Top Doc probably would not have told a man to give up work and look after his elderly mother. A Top Doc would have told a man to pay someone else to look after his elderly mother. A female Top Doc would have said the same. Furthermore, there was at that time and still are some male carers. Because although there is a gender dimension to the problem in that it is usually women who are unpaid carers, the biggest problem is that there is NO SOCIAL CARE for those who need it. So if you are a man who hasn’t got a wife to ask/tell to look after the relative and you haven’t got any money, you too will be told by Top Docs to give up your job to become a carer. Daphne did not campaign for improved social care. Daphne did not campaign for funding for low income citizens to have access to social care. Daphne campaigned for the rights of well-qualified professional women to have successful careers. I don’t have a problem with that, but Daphne and her colleagues’ conduct towards me demonstrated the cause closest to their hearts.

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When Ken Clarke was Health Secretary, as well as doing battle with Dr John Marks and the BMA, Ken did battle with Gerald Cavendish Grosvenor aka the Duke of Westminster, Carlo’s friend. Grosvenor was demanding that Thatcher’s Gov’t give him the Hyde Park Corner building which was the former St George’s Hospital Medical School, St George’s having relocated to Tooting. Grosvenor’s rationale was that centuries previously, his ancestor had donated the Hyde Park Corner site and now he wanted it back. At that time Grosvenor was the richest man in the UK. The Hyde Park Corner site was worth a bomb, it is prime Knightbridge real estate worth millions and Gerald wanted to add to his collection of vast estates and much of Belgravia. Ken Clarke didn’t explain in his autobiography how the problem was resolved, he simply stated that he wanted to sell the Duke the Hyde Park Corner site at its market value and reinvest the money into the dear old NHS. What actually happened was that the Gov’t allowed the Duke to purchase the Hyde Park Corner site for £6k. It is now the very expensive Lanesborough Hotel:

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  • It’s incredible what you can pick up for £6k. After my career was ruined I took out my meagre funds from my own pension – I actually had one in those days – to live on when I was discharged from Springfield Hospital jobless and with no income (see post ‘Some Very Eminent Psychiatrists From London…’) and it was almost £6k. If Thatch and Ken Clarke had told me that the Lanesborough was on offer for that price at the time I could have just borrowed a bit more from Brown and bought it myself.
I cannot think why the richest man in the UK was given such a bargain by Thatch and Ken. It will not of course have had anything to do with the Duke being President of the City of Chester Conservative Constituency Association and the members of that Association knowing that the constituency MP, Sir Peter Morrison, was molesting children in care in north Wales, Chester and elsewhere, while Peter Morrison’s sister Dame Mary worked at Buck House as Woman-of-the-Bedchamber to Lilibet.
It was in the late 1980s that Alison Taylor wrote to Carlo and told him that children in care in north Wales were being abused. Carlo’s office replied, telling Alison that Carlo couldn’t get involved. Carlo was Chancellor of UCNW (Bangor University) at the time, which was log jammed with staff colluding with or concealing the paedophile gang that Dafydd et al were running. Dafydd himself still wielded influence in UCNW and his daughter Dwynwen was doing a PhD in the Psychology Dept. Dwynwen’s degree results were not considered good enough for her to have been offered a place under normal circumstances, but dear old Dafydd had a word with a few mates and Dwynwen was in.

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I have expressed my puzzlement previously on this blog as to why Thatcher appointed Sir Peter Morrison, a man who’s openly gossiped about activities with children put the Gov’t and national security as risk, to such crucial sensitive Gov’t positions. The Gov’t was depending upon the talents of Dafydd to prevent a major scandal, it was ludicrous. No rational person would have given Morrison the jobs that Thatcher did. Morrison’s family were massively influential in the Tory Party and his sister was a courtier in Buck House, but even so, it still makes no sense for Thatcher to have kept Morrison in the Gov’t. In 1988, when people from Ken Clarke’s part of the world were sufficiently interested in the fate of a company housing a sweat-shop in a building scheduled for demolition in Bridgwater to purchase that company, Peter Morrison was Minister of State for Energy with responsibility for oil (see post ‘These Sharks Are Crap As Well’). Thatcher’s Gov’t depended upon oil to fund it’s insane policies of destroying industry and raising unemployment.

I have received an e mail suggesting why so many risks were taken with regard to Morrison. It contained the following information:

Sally
You asked the question what had you missed ?
May I suggest the following hypothesis that Peter had been abused as a child by a Duke of Westminster, Robert perhaps. 
His birth place Fonthill in Wiltshire has a historical link with the 2nd Marquis of Westminster. So he was someone’s childhood bitch, a VIP paedophile, which would explain the subsequent geography of his seat and his political appointments. It would also explain the business generating cash through sex trafficking. 
So Westminster ( North West) to Westminster(central).
Regards

Robert Grosvenor was the 5th Duke of Westminster, the father of Gerald Cavendish Grosvenor. I have blogged about him in previous posts. It is not unlikely that Peter Morrison was molested as a child himself. He went to Eton and was of the generation of men who as boys were often brutalised so badly at school that it wreaked havoc with their psycho-sexual development and he was of course surrounded by older men who had been similarly brutalised. Previous posts have discussed who may have been involved in the selection of Morrison, a known paedophile, to contend the safe Tory seat of Chester in 1974, a city that was the centre of a huge paedophile/sex trafficking ring, operated by Dafydd et al. The Duke of Westminster’s family seat was just down the road. Boys from Bryn Estyn were taken to the Duke’s estate for ‘work experience’ and were refusing to return but wouldn’t explain why.

 

I discussed in an earlier post how someone who came under attack from Dafydd et al was ordered by a helpful community midwife to have the family dogs put down when his wife became pregnant on the grounds that they would constitute a ‘danger to the baby’. There was no evidence that the dogs would be any such thing, they were family pets and were used to being around the children that the family already had. The midwife insisted. The family were completely in the clutches of the Top Docs et al, were constantly being hectored and told that they didn’t know what they were doing, so eventually they rang the RSPCA and asked them to put the dogs to sleep.

I was told that a rude aggressive ‘RSPCA inspector’ arrived at the house who had no knowledge of how to put dogs to sleep. Instead of an injection into a vein on the leg, preceded by a sedative to keep the dog relaxed, the RSPCA man ‘stabbed the dogs to death through the heart with a massive needle’. Several members of the family confirmed that this was what had happened. The first two dogs died screaming in agony and struggled to get away, such that by the time that the third dog was ready for slaughter, the mother of the family was crying, the children were crying and the father intervened, said that this could not happen to the third dog as well and told the RSPCA man to leave. The RSPCA man told the family that this would teach them not to be ‘irresponsible owners’ in future. There was someone else at the scene of the crime. The midwife who had demanded that this should be done. She was paying a home visit when it all kicked off. Did she stop the slaughter? No. She left the house after the first murder, saying that she couldn’t bear the noise of the dog screaming.

When I heard about this awful scene, I just thought that the family must have had terrible luck with a rogue RSPCA man. This happened in 1992. Over the next few years I heard further stories about what was obviously the same RSPCA man. The stories had a running theme: vulnerable people who had asked for help with their pets, only to be met with aggression accompanied by a lecture on the crimes of Irresponsible Owners and downright cruelty to the animals. A new trend subsequently emerged. That of people who were either elderly and not coping very well or mental health patients ‘in the community’ who had been reported to the RSPCA for ‘cruelty’ having animals removed from their care in a blaze of media coverage which involved the naming and shaming of the Irresponsible Owners. The Irresponsible Owners hadn’t actually been cruel to the animals, but they had lived among much filth and mess, because no-one was supporting them ‘in the community’.

So many of these cases were happening that I began to take an interest, particularly as a lot of the cases were in north Wales. In every case, the Irresponsible Owners had not been coping but their plight had been ignored by the ‘community teams’. The ‘community teams’ had been going into the chaos and had not responded in any way. Not until someone reported that the pets were not being looked after or were simply living in chaos and filth. The RSPCA would then remove the pets, invite the press to photograph ‘this disgusting squalor’ and everyone could marvel at the Irresponsible Owners. No-one asked what the community workers had been doing watching these situations develop over months. No-one reflected that there was concern shown for pets living in filth but not seriously ill people.

While such cases were being highlighted, I knew of a number of people who were being horrifically cruel to their animals. These people were not in the care of the welfare services and no-one denounced them as Irresponsible Owners. A farmer on Anglesey was known to have chucked his sheepdog over a cliff when it became too old to work. He did not receive a visit from the RSPCA. There was a dog in Bethesda who was chained up outside in the garden visibly starving and drenched in the bad weather. No-one said a word. There were various other dogs who were being beaten and kicked in public and my landlady’s grandson told me of a mass outbreak of the torture of other people’s cats that was happening in Caernarfon. Not a word from the RSPCA.

On one occasion a labrador was removed from two middle aged brothers on Anglesey and featured on the Welsh TV news. The owners were named and shamed and received a good bollocking from the RSPCA. Their crime? Their labrador was fat. Labradors do get fat because they eat everything in sight and admittedly this one was enormous. Yet surely someone could have given the brothers advice on slimming their labrador down? The brothers were interviewed and were very obviously not cruel. No-one had even tried to advise them. The RSPCA then revelled in telling the TV news that not only was this lab fat, but it had an ‘untreated tumour’ on it’s neck and the poor lab ‘must be in agony’. The untreated tumour was filmed. It was exactly the same condition that a dog of mine had experienced years ago. The tumour in question was benign and painless. As the RSPCA quietly admitted a few days later, after the lab had been removed and the brothers denounced as cruel gits. The brothers did not get their lab back. Did the RSPCA rehome the lab? No. They did what the RSPCA do a lot of, they put the dog down. For being fat.

What have we come to when a dog is abducted and killed for being fat and the dog’s owners are denounced on a national news bulletin for owning a fat dog?

I realised that something particularly odd was happening when the RSPCA started coming after me. Repeatedly. For ‘cruelty’ to my dogs. The cruelty in question being my dogs sleeping in my car when I was at work. On the first occasion that the RSPCA contacted me, I explained that yes my dogs were in the car, but they were not young dogs, they were comfortable and with a bowl of water, I checked on them regularly and I took them out for walks at intervals as well. They were in the car because I didn’t want to leave them at home all day, it was better for them to be in the car where I could go and visit them and walk them. The RSPCA went away happy with the explanation. Then they came back again, once more with allegations that I was cruel. Then the RSPCA told me that other people had told them that I was cruel. Perhaps they were the same people who were leaving abusive notes stuck to my car, telling me that I was cruel. I invited the RSPCA to come and meet me and my dogs to reassure themselves that my dogs were OK. The RSPCA didn’t take up my offer. A few weeks later I received another call from the RSPCA. Someone had told them that I was cruel.

The RSPCA must have known my extension number by now they were ringing me so often. I was never told who was making the allegations that I was cruel. The last conversation that I had with the RSPCA was even more surreal than the others. The RSPCA man spoke to me as though I was 10 yrs old. He told me that he knew that dogs get stressed when they are in a confined space because he had done an experiment. He had dressed up as a dog, sat in a small space and after 15 mins had felt stressed. I realised that I was talking to an idiot so I simply asked what he recommended. He told me to buy a new car and that if there was one more complaint about me the RSPCA would prosecute me.

There nearly was another complaint about me as well. I went to visit another Enemy Of The Paedophiles when he was in the Hergest Unit. I had only been with him about five minutes, when the door of the room flew open and an Angel yelled at me ‘those are your dogs in the car and it’s cruel for them to be there. If you don’t leave, we’ll call the RSPCA. It’s not me what’s doing this, I’ve been told. I’m just the messenger so don’t you have a go at me yeh’. The Angel – no uniform, no ID badge, so I had no idea who she was – then slammed the door shut again and disappeared.

The Hergest Unit staff knew my dogs and they knew my car. Because when I had been a patient previously, they had called the police on the grounds that they wanted to remove my dogs – to the care of the RSPCA! – but the police refused to break into my car lest they got bitten. No-one asked me to go outside and let the police into my car and introduce them to the dogs. Who would not have bitten them anyway. I only found out what was happening when the Hergest whistleblower came and told me not to worry about my dogs because he’d look after them while I was in hospital.

The Hergest whistleblower was as good as his word. One day though he came in terribly upset and told me that he thought that one of my dogs was going to die, he was very ill. The dog had been rushed to the vet who told the Hergest whistleblower that the dog had been poisoned. The Hergest whistleblower couldn’t understand it, he was an organic gardener and lived in an isolated cottage in a valley, there was nothing to poison a dog.

Except probably for a vicious bastard of a member of a paedophile gang who knew that the Hergest whistleblower was looking after my dogs, who knew that my Golden Lab was notorious for his appetite and who could throw the poisoned meat into the garden of the isolated cottage without being visible to anyone.

My dog didn’t die. He was paralysed for a few days but he didn’t die. My dog’s brush with death happened at the time that the paedophiles’ friends had yet another go at imprisoning me on the basis of their perjury and when my father’s death was imminent. I was told that if father died I would have to attend his funeral handcuffed to an Angel and a police officer. The charges against me were later withdrawn. On the first day of the trial.

Paedophile gang: Had my dog died I do hope that you realise that I would never have turned on the Hergest whistleblower, which I suspect was part of the plan.

Although it was obvious to me that in north Wales, the paedophiles’ friends had discovered a whole new way of making life unbearable for the people whom they so scandalously abused and neglected ie. now that we’ve made them unemployable, told everyone that they are dangerous nutters so no-one will speak to them, let’s put the final part of our dastardly plan into action – have them declared as IRRESPONSIBLE OWNERS and then remove their pets, the last thing on earth that they have left…, there seemed to be a problem across the whole of the UK with regard to the RSPCA mounting prosecutions against vulnerable people. It became so evident that people began raising concerns and leaving the RSPCA.

The enthusiasm for prosecuting vulnerable people often on the basis of very flimsy evidence culminated in a TV expose in which the finger was pointed at Gavin Grant, the CEO of the RSPCA, 2012-14. It was said that Gavin Grant was an ‘animal rights extremist’, that he wanted a whole new agenda for the RSPCA and a few people maintained that he was a vindictive git. When it was put to Gavin Grant on camera that some prosecutions had been ludicrous, such as one against an elderly lady for failing to take care of her budgie properly, Gavin snapped at the interviewer that ‘this poor old lady is a convicted animal abuser’. Well she was after Gavin’s inspector called at her house.

I don’t know what was driving Gavin Grant, but I very much doubt that he was an ‘animal rights extremist’. Because Gavin’s previous job had been as Chairman of PR firm Burson-Marsteller and many moons ago Gavin had been a fellow traveller of Dr Death! The Dr Death who was the research registrar for the lethal Top Doc at Tommy’s, William Sargant, who experimented upon and killed some of his patients (see post ‘Dr Death’). Gavin will know that Top Docs of Death’s generation also experimented en masse on animals. Dr Death was a psychiatrist and neurologist Gavin, they don’t just do rats, they do primates. Down at the Institute of Psychiatry – where Dafydd et al ‘trained’ – there have been generations of primates in cages with various horrible things done to their brains.

Primate Psychology Brain Animal Experimentation Picture

Ah, your life in their hands! The doctors and Angels they were wonderful!

Grant was brought up on a south London council estate but had moved from the estate by the time he was attending secondary school. His mother was a needleshop-worker and his father was a cellophane salesman. Grant was educated at Roan Grammar School for Boys, 1966–1973 and the University of Reading, 1973–77.

Gavin was a member of the Young Liberals and became the University of Reading’s youngest SU President.

After graduating, Gavin joined an anti-racism campaign group and reported for the Thatcher Gov’t on community relations. From 1987-88 he was Campaigns Director at the Council for the Protection of Rural England.  He worked as Director of Communications for the RSPCA from 1988-91. Which was when the RSPCA began to declare war on those who had spilt the paedophiles’ pints. In 1991, Gavin joined the Association of Unit Trusts and Investment Funds as Public Affairs Director. Gavin worked as Corporate Communications Manager at The Body Shop International, 1993-99, where he campaigned against the use of animal testing for cosmetics.

Gavin: you knew that despite the marketing, ingredients used in The Body Shop products HAD been tested on animals. It wasn’t The Body Shop’s fault, at the time it was illegal to use ingredients that had not been tested on animals. What The Body Shop did do was to only use ingredients that had already been tested, they did not use new ingredients because they did not want to be responsible for yet more animal testing. Which is sound rationale, but that is not what you told people was it? You let millions of girls and young women believe that they were buying products which had not been tested on animals when those products had been tested on animals.

But then  Gavin told the world that vulnerable people being targeted by paedophile gangs were Animal Abusers.

When Gavin was Chairman of Burson-Marsteller, 2006-11, his corporate clients included Unilever and he helped establish its corporate social responsibility unit. That’s the Unilever which funded the massive expansion of the School of Psychology at Bangor University in the early 1990s, after Prof Fergus Lowe twisted the arms of so many who knew about Dafydd and the paedophile gang, including Philip Lever, aka Lord Leverhulme (see post ‘Feet In Chains’).

I know an Animal Abuser Gavin. I know quite a few, but I know one Animal Abuser who, like the brothers who were the proud owners of the enormous labrador on Anglesey, was actually a very nice person but who just didn’t know a few essentials. She was a lady who lived in Gwynedd and purchased a cat as a pet. It wasn’t just a moggy, it was quite an expensive cat and she loved it to bits. However because her house was located right next to a busy main road, she wouldn’t let the cat out lest he was run over. The poor bloody cat was going bonkers, he yowled and scratched and tried to escape all the time, he was desperate and furthermore he was bored out of its head in this expensive house with white carpets and no small creatures to catch. After about three months the poor sod gave up and just sat there with a glazed look in his eyes. The owner said ‘oh he’s given up now, he knows there’s no escape’. He certainly had and did, its called learned helplessness, Fergus Lowe could tell you all about it being a behavioural psychologist.

Who was the Animal Abuser in question? She was a mental health social worker, the former leader of the Dwyfor Community Mental Health Team. Her husband was the Head of a primary school on Anglesey. They were a very nice couple and she was one social worker who was not abusing clients. But she knew that many of the others were and she colluded with them. She also knew that the Hergest Unit was dangerous, she told me that she never referred patients there because of that. She admitted that she knew that the Arfon Community Mental Health Team were abusing patients and she knew that NHS staff had perjured themselves repeatedly in an attempt to have me imprisoned. We discussed it all. She is no longer living in Gwynedd. She is, I understand, in Australia. She and her husband, two Welsh speakers born and brought up in Gwynedd and who lived there all their lives decided that they were off to begin a new life in Australia, when it became clear that Operation Pallial would be re-opening the investigation into the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal. Rhian Angel and her husband joined the exodus from north Wales to the other side of the world, along with a few others who knew the identities of the guilty parties…

Gavin Grant stood unsuccessfully in the 1987 General Election as the Liberal Alliance candidate. He has been a lifelong member of the Liberal Party and its successor the Lib Dems and was its Chair of the Western Counties regional party in 2011.

Any West Country Lib Dems remember a man called Jeremy Thorpe?

Gavin Grant has advised successive Liberal Democrat leaders including Deputy PM Nick Clegg and in 2007 he was involved in Clegg’s campaign to become party leader. Grant was elected to Wiltshire Council in 2017. He lives in Wiltshire and rents a flat in Horsham, West Sussex.

Peter Morrison’s family seat is in Wiltshire. The family own vast estates in Wiltshire and have lived there for decades. Morrison’s brother Charles was the Tory MP for Devizes in Wiltshire, 1964-92. Morrison’s dad John Morrison aka Lord Margadale was MP for Salisbury, 1942-65. The Morrison family pretty much ran Wiltshire for years. They sat on the County Council, they held posts as Deputy Lieutenant and Lord Lieutenant of the county and they were hugely influential in the Tory Party. Peter Morrison was kept out of trouble for decades as a result of his family and their connections. Gavin Grant would never have dared to take them on, but he may well have lent a hand to a few of those who assisted them or were keeping schtum about Peter’s activities.

One thing that I do not believe about Gavin is that he is an ‘animal rights extremist’. To find out where Gavin’s heart truly lies, let’s take a brief look at the work of the company that he Chaired before becoming CEO of the RSPCA.

Burson-Marsteller is a global PR and communications firm headquartered in New York. Burson-Marsteller consists of 77 offices and 85 affiliate offices, together operating in 110 countries across six continents. The company was founded by Harold Burson and William Marsteller in 1953 and, by the early 1980s, had become one of the largest PR companies in the world. In 1979 it became a subsidiary of Young & Rubicam, which in turn is now owned by WPP Group PLC. In 2018, it merged with Cohn & Wolfe and was renamed Burson Cohn & Wolfe. The current CEO of Burson-Marsteller is Don Baer, former Communications Director for the Clinton administration, who joined the company in 2007.

The firm is primarily known for its crisis management services and political lobbying. It has won numerous awards from the PR industry over the years for its work in high-profile crisis management, including a 2002 extortion attempt against GlaxoSmithKline and a response described as the ‘gold standard’ for its crisis management of the 1982 Chicago Tylenol poisonings. Other high-profile crisis cases include the manufacturers of the Three Mile Island Nuclear Generating Station and Egypt following terrorist attacks on tourists in 1993. At times the company has also been the subject of protests and criticism for its use of smearing and doubt campaigns (to undermine concerns about passive smoking for Philip Morris in the 1990s and anti-Google smear campaigning for Facebook in 2011) and its work for regimes facing severe human rights criticisms (Argentina and Indonesia).

GSK and Philip Morris have been involved in animal research, some of it cruel. Ken Clarke has had business interests in the tobacco industry for years and he is a personal friend of a number of senior executives in that industry. He has close links with Philip Morris.

Gavin Grant would be the ideal man to employ to conduct aggressive smear campaigns against anyone who was witness to Dafydd’s wrongdoing, but an ‘animal rights extremist’? I don’t think so. Anyway, he’s been far too busy.

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Now for a trip down memory lane to the early years of Tom King’s incumbency as the Tory MP for Bridgwater. King was elected in 1970, so during King’s first few years as an MP, Ted Heath was PM. It was under Thatcher that King’s career really took off, but then some of those who were not closely associated with the Thatcher project who had knowledge of events under Heath, particularly events that had been concealed, did find that their careers flourished under Thatcher. Thatcher herself paid a visit to Bridgwater, when she was Education Secretary in approx 1973. Thatch was the guest of honour at the Bridgwater Conservative Ladies Luncheon Club. She wowed them and I heard all about it…

Thatch might have waxed lyrical about the morality that was instilled into her by her Methodist upbringing above the grocers shop in Grantham, but her friendships with Jimmy Savile, Peter Morrison and George Thomas suggest that Thatch was in possession of some very mobile goalposts. I read an article recently in which a Tory argued that although it is now accepted that those three were abusing children on a substantial scale, he really did not believe that Thatcher knew about this. She definitely knew about Peter Morrison, she was told on a number of occasions, including by Barry Strevens a police bodyguard, that Morrison was holding sex parties with young boys. Thatch was also warned repeatedly that Jimmy Savile’s ‘private life’ made him unsuitable for the knighthood that Thatch was lobbying for him to have and that if ever he was given a knighthood, things could become very embarrassing if his ‘private life’ became public. Thatch’s response was to lobby even harder on Uncle Jim’s behalf.

Thatch might not have known about this, but some Tories in Somerset were having a high old time back in the early 1970s. There is a weird house in the Polden Hills near Cossington called Moon Cottage. Adults in Somerset always said the same thing when anyone drove past Moon Cottage – ‘that’s the house that Mandy Rice-Davies bought after the Profumo Affair’. I was told that Mandy Rice-Davies never actually lived at Moon Cottage but everyone knew that she had bought it. So what Mandy did there I do not know. I knew the man who later bought Moon Cottage and he definitely did live there. He was called Dan Lewis, he was married to a lady called Sarah and they must have acquired Moon Cottage in the late 1960s. They were involved with the Bridgwater Conservatives and were small business people in Bridgwater. Dan was the eldest son of another Dan Lewis, known as ‘old Dan Lewis’, who was a self-made man. Old Dan Lewis was a railwayman who had made a great deal of money by questionable means. Old Dan Lewis was spoken about by some in tones of disgust, because of his fondness for prostitutes, gambling and other associated pursuits. Young Dan had a brother, Richard, who was married to Rosemary. Richard and Rosemary were in the Bridgwater Conservatives as well.

Young Dan seemed to have quite a lot of misfortunes. No-one had a good word to say for him. Not because he ever did anything criminal and he didn’t have the reputation that his father did, but people were just generally rude about him, making allegations that he was incompetent and neurotic etc. I was far too young to ever draw any conclusions about Dan Lewis, but as an adult I wonder if he might have simply been adversely affected by having a father like Old Dan.

After young Dan moved into Moon Cottage he was repeatedly burgled. He actually lost a great deal of money and valuables as a result of those burglaries. I got so used to hearing about Dan Lewis being burgled that it didn’t strike me as at all odd. Dan Lewis got burgled, it was a fact of life. Dan Lewis was getting burgled at a time when getting burgled was rather more unusual than it is now. Particularly in Somerset. Moon Cottage was a bit spooky looking and there were trees next to it, but Moon Cottage was on the main road across the Poldens, between Bridgwater and Glastonbury, it shouldn’t have been that vulnerable to burglars. The burglars would have been visible to passing vehicles and surely the police should have taken a bit more interest in Dan being targeted in this manner. Dan’s marriage also didn’t last as long as people expected marriages to in the 1970s, Sarah left him but I have no idea of the circumstances. Dan died years ago when he was not that old. I think that he may have killed himself or died in unfortunate circumstances, I remember it being a rather sad untimely end to a difficult life.

At the same time as Dan was being burgled, there were rumours of excess among the Tories living in the Polden Hills. Excess in terms of orgies and swinging sessions. There were a few people in Somerset who had taken the Tories at face value, joined them and had been so shocked at what was going on that they quietly retreated from the scene but didn’t dare publicise what was happening. I don’t mind if Tories hold swingers parties if everyone is consenting adults, but in the light of what is now being revealed about the sexual tastes of some Tories of that generation, I am wondering if the swinging parties might have catered to even more specialised tastes.

The reason why I wondered what was going on was that it was alleged that someone was killed at one of the parties in the Poldens. Not a Satanic abuse inspired ritual killing of a child, but a good old fashioned murder of someone whom it was decided had to be disposed of. The allegations were that the victim was plied with drink until completely drunk and incapable, shoved in the swimming pool and left to drown. I have no idea why, people were so frightened after it got round that this had happened that there were scant details given.

These were members of your constituency party Lord King, do you know anything about it? I only ask because of what you and your associates did to me many years later.

In 1988 when businessmen in Ken Clarke’s part of the world became interested in my father’s employment prospects, Tom King was the Secretary of State for N Ireland. It was in 1988 when a group of young Irish people were jailed for a substantial term for plotting to kill Tom King. I followed the case at the time, there was barely any evidence that they had plotted to kill Tom King and the evidence against them reminded me very much of the sort of evidence that Dafydd produced against me. One of the young men jailed had a mother who was a well-known psychiatrist in either Eire or N Ireland. I can find no references to this case on any internet archive. What’s going on King? That case attracted massive publicity as a potential miscarriage of justice, why have all references to it disappeared?

As N Ireland Secretary, King will have been involved in concealing events at Kincora Boys’ Home.

Someone else who might well have known about events in the Polden Hills was Margaret Rees, the high profile Somerset County Councillor who lived next door to Bridgwater Arts Centre and was so outraged at the thought of young people attending music gigs at the Arts Centre that she gate-crashed one such event, in her Marks & Sparks dressing gown, accompanied by the police and shut the event down. Margaret Rees then used her position as a Councillor to stop all such events at the Arts Centre. These events were just young people attending rock gigs, it’s not as if they were drowning people in swimming pools.

Margaret Rees was married to a Top Doctor. Who was an alcoholic. Not a functioning one either, Dr Rees was completely bladdered on a routine basis and it was a real laugh because Margaret Rees could often be seen holding the old boy up to prevent him keeling over.

One of the contingent who was busy in the Bridgwater Tories during the years of excess in the Polden Hills had a celeb daughter. Her daughter was a dancer in the 1960s dance troupe The Young Generation and could be spotted strutting her stuff on prime time TV.

The Young Generation, dancer, Nigel Lythgoe, Lesley Judd, Dusty Springfield, Gene Kelly, Pauline McLeod

They look like Young Conservatives don’t they. The one in the middle looking heavenwards doing the ‘I’m having one hell of a time’ face is Lesley Judd, who found fame on ‘Blue Peter’ when Val had enough and left the show. It wasn’t the same after Val left.John Noakes' Blue Peter co-star VALERIE SINGLELTON pays a ...

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Years later it was revealed that ‘Blue Peter’ was a bit of a shag fest. Val admitted to having an affair with Pete and at one point she had a secret abortion. That was one story that John Nettleton never told on ‘Blue Peter’, he just confined himself to the Life Of Mozart. Val has angrily denied a lesbian affair with Joan Armatrading.

After ‘Blue Peter’, Val became a Serious Presenter, rather than one who had to pretend that she was concerned with Petra and Patch. Val presented ‘Nationwide’ in the 1970s. Perhaps Val could tell me why Frank Bough was kicked out of the BBC after he admitted enjoying the company of prostitutes and taking cocaine yet Savile, Rolf and Stuart Hall remained fully protected when doing far worse. Was Frank threatening to blow the gaffe on them?

Another member of The Young Generation was Nigel Lythgoe, he’s one of the Young Conservatives pictured above with Lesley Judd. Nigel went into TV production and became Head of Entertainment and Comedy at LWT. It was Nigel who commissioned and produced ‘Blind Date’. Which starred Cilla. ‘Blind Date’ was the show which turned around LWT’s fortunes in the 1990s and made the company so profitable. Cilla was a good friend of Prof Geoffrey Chamberlain of St George’s Hospital Medical School. I worked for Chamberlain when dear old Cilla was the Famous Friend of St George’s. Chamberlain had, when he was younger, experimented upon and then killed a foetus of seven months gestation. At St George’s he was concealing the crimes of Dafydd and the gang in north Wales/Cheshire as well as a linked trafficking gang in south London (see post ‘Now Then…’).

Chamberlain lived in a huge house right next to the All England Tennis Club at Wimbledon. The All England Club of which the Duke of Kent was President. Chamberlain won’t have missed an opportunity to rub noses with him.

Nigel Lythgoe subsequently worked on ‘Popstars’, ‘Pop Idol’ and ‘American Idol’. When Nigel was a judge on ‘Popstars’, he became known as Nasty Nigel on account of his harsh comments regarding the hopefuls who appeared before him.

Nigel spent his youth and early career in Liverpool, when Dafydd’s gang were running the city and supplying underaged sex workers to VIPs and celebs…

Nigel’s wealth is estimated at $110 million.

 

Jennifer’s Diary will be bringing the readers of this blog more stories from an insider soon. You’ll read it here first, not in Tatler.

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Heart Of Darkness

My posts ‘Pets Win Prizes’ and ‘Cry, The Beloved Country’ detailed some of the influential members of Sir Ronald Waterhouse’s network. However, Ronnie’s own account as provided in his autobiography ‘Child Of Another Century’ suggests a network of influence so extensive that I do not have the scope on this blog to provide exhaustive details of Sir Ronnie’s numerous friends, relations and colleagues. So I will just use this post to highlight the remainder of those who are most important. I can highly recommend Ronnie’s autobiography to readers who want to experience the full horror of Ronnie’s mycelia as well as to anyone interested in the discriminatory brand of very rough justice that was handed out by Ronnie and his mates of which I gave a flavour in ‘Cry, The Beloved Country’. In one murder trial Ronnie relied on evidence which was given by the deceased to a witness by means of a ouija board – the defendant in that trial was convicted.

 

Ronnie spent many loyal years toadying to powerful people in politics and law, but he was a man of many social circles and those little suckers on his many tentacles attached themselves to people in many arenas. Ronnie liked a bit of glamour and had many contacts in showbiz and the media.

Ronnie was proud that the actor Emlyn Williams from Mostyn, who achieved stardom in the 1920s and 30s, was an alumnus of Ronnie’s school, Holywell County School (from 1945, it was Holywell Grammar). Emlyn starred in ‘A Murder Has Been Arranged’ and ‘Beyond Belief’. Emlyn’s mentor Sarah Grace Cooke taught Ronnie French.

There was another early brush with stardom for Ronnie when he went on the Welsh Schoolboy Camps – one of the attending teachers was Phil Burton, mentor of Richard Burton. Ronnie hobnobbed with the greats treading the boards again in the early 1940s when Ann, the daughter of Sybil Thorndike and Lewis Casson, stayed with the Waterhouse family.

Ronnie knew Guy Neale, the cousin of the actor Robert Morley. Guy was a friend of the famously bisexual George Melly who had sex with Peregrine Worsthorne when they were both at Stowe School (see post ‘Cry, The Beloved Country’). Years later as a man in late middle age, Melly offered a 16 year old boy in Bangor money to have sex with him following Melly’s appearance at Theatre Gwynedd. Ronnie observed that George Melly was ‘very camp in his manner’. Like so many of the paedophiles’ friends, George Melly had served in the Royal Navy (see post ‘Cry, The Beloved Country’). Melly retired to Wales, near Brecon.

Ronnie’s colleague Benet Hytner QC was the father of Sir Nicholas Hytner, the Artistic Director of the National Theatre. Sir Nicholas’s mother Joyce is a theatrical fundraiser and sat on the Boards of a number of theatres, including the Royal Court Theatre. Ronnie Waterhouse used to hang out at the Royal Court Theatre with the molester Clement Freud.

Throughout the whole of the 1970s and 80s and for the first half of the 1990s Ronnie lived in St John’s Wood, which was packed with famous names including a good smattering of luvvies. Ronnie was for a time President of the St John’s Wood Society. He won’t have missed any toadying opportunities while in that position.

Ronnie was an opera buff and after his wedding he celebrated by going to Glyndebourne with his friend and colleague Emlyn Hooson and his wife. Opera – including Glyndebourne – was a magnet for Ronnie and he turned up to operas with a range of impressive friends. One visit to Glyndebourne in 1978 was with his friend Malcolm Anson, who was at the time the High Sheriff of Avon. Anson was Director – and later the Chairman of – Imperial Tobacco.

The Waterhouse family knew Sir Henry Walford Davies, the English composer, organist, conductor and educator who held the title Master of the King’s Music, 1934-41. Walford Davies held Chairs at University College Aberystwyth and the University of London and was musical advisor to the BBC.

Ronnie knew the Welsh tenor David Lloyd who, like Ronnie, came from Flintshire. In 1954 Lloyd had a serious accident whilst working on a programme for the BBC and fractured his spine. David Lloyd subsequently sued the BBC. Ronnie represented Lloyd in 1958 as the junior barrister to William Mars-Jones. Mars-Jones expressed the opinion from the outset that the BBC would win but somehow not only did legal aid for the case continue, but Mars-Jones persisted with the case. The BBC made unsubstantiated allegations that David Lloyd was an alcoholic – the presiding judge was a well-known Liberal Nonconformist who disapproved of drinking – and David Lloyd not only lost the case, but had his reputation damaged as well. It was however just as well for Ronnie and Mars-Jones that their client lost, because in 1956 Ronnie had begun working for the BBC himself and things could have been difficult if David Lloyd had won that case. The case was held at Chester Assizes. Ronnie Waterhouse grew up in a leading Liberal Nonconformist family just down the road from Chester. His family will have known the judge before Ronnie had even begun working on the Chester and Wales Circuit. Mars-Jones was also from a Nonconformist family who were located not a million miles away from Chester and Mars-Jones was an older, more experienced barrister who will have known the judge well. I suspect that Ronnie also knew that his employers were going to accuse David Lloyd of being a piss artist. What I do not know is whether David Lloyd knew that Ronnie was working for the organisation that David was trying to sue. David had been very badly injured and was unable to work for several years. That could have cost the BBC a great deal of money and much bad PR.

David Lloyd-Jones, the musical director of English Opera North, was the son of Ronnie’s colleague Sir Vincent Lloyd-Jones QC. Vincent Lloyd-Jones was a barrister on the corrupt Chester and Wales Circuit, Recorder of Chester, 1952-58 and Recorder of Cardiff, 1958-60. He was appointed a High Court judge in 1960. Sir Vincent was the brother of Dr Martyn Lloyd-Jones, the Welsh Congregationalist Minister and Top Doctor. Dr Martyn Lloyd-Jones trained at Barts and after qualifying worked as an assistant to the Royal Physician Lord Thomas Horder, but it was as an Evangelist preacher that Martyn was known.

 

Ronnie’s own taste in Top Docs was quite particular – he didn’t use the lethal NHS in north Wales which was run by his friends. When Ronnie was clobbered with appendicitis in 1968 he was operated on at UCH by Sir Ralph Marnham. Marnham trained at St George’s Hospital and also worked there for some years. He was Surgeon to the Royal Household of King George VI, 1946 and Surgeon and Serjeant-Surgeon to HM Queen Elizabeth, 1967-1971. In 1964 he operated on the Queen Mum for appendicitis and in 1966 he again operated on her for an abdominal obstruction. So Sir Ralph had gained a bit of experience before Sir Ronnie risked going under his knife – Ronnie wasn’t going to risk being operated on by just anyone.

When Ronnie’s mother-in-law suffered from cancer, she was treated at the private Wellington Hospital in London between 1982-84. Of course Ronnie’s mates who ran the NHS in north Wales at that time maintained that the cancer care that they provided was outstanding, but for some reason Ronnie’s mum-in-law didn’t catch a train to Ysbyty Gwynedd to experience the global leaders in oncology employed by Gwynedd Health Authority.

 

Ronnie’s wife Sarah was musical as well, at one point she enrolled in the Guildhall School of Music.

 

Ronnie’s best mate from Cambridge Sir Robin Day (see post ‘Cry, The Beloved Country’) gave Ronnie access to reams of media folk, although Day always credited Ronnie with launching Day’s media career. It was Ronnie who saw an advert for ITN newscasters and encouraged Day to apply. Another Cambridge friend of Ronnie’s was Bob Sloman who worked for ‘The Sunday Times’ and wrote West End plays as well as material for ‘Dr Who’. Ronnie was also friends with Godfrey Smith, a correspondent for ‘The Sunday Times’. Sir Ronnie almost certainly knew ‘The Sunday Times’ journo Marjorie Wallace, a paedophiles’ friend of the highest order (see post ‘One Dangerous Fucker’). Ronnie knew Huw Thomas, a barrister who became an ITN newscaster and other friends of Ronnie’s included Keith Kyle of ‘The Economist’ and Douglas and Sarah Graham of the ‘Express & Star’ newspapers.

 

In 1956 Ronnie began script writing for the BBC. He was friends with Ian McIntyre, the controller of Radio 4, then Radio 3 and the associate Editor of ‘The Times’. Ronnie’s close friend and former flatmate Ivan Yates worked for the BBC’s North American service.

Ronnie got to know Tony Benn – or as he was then, Anthony Wedgwood Benn – through Ronnie’s TV work.

 

Ronnie’s media connections continued into the next generation – his nephew Michael Waterhouse is an independent TV producer, director and scriptwriter. Michael states in his online profile that he has produced regularly for BBC 2 and 4, ITV and Channel 4 and has overseen large-scale productions for Sky Atlantic and the History Channel (USA). Michael boasts of working with the presenters Tony Robinson, Nick Crane, Bettany Hughes, Richard Dawkins, Jim Al-Khalili, Michael Buerk, James Dyson, Stephen Hawking, Marcus du Sautoy and ‘numerous bishops’. Either Michael Waterhouse has a hotline to bishops or they are touting themselves around for TV work.

 

Between 1966-69 Ronnie worked as a libel reader for ‘Private Eye’ after his friend and neighbour Alistair Sampson told Ronnie that the ‘Eye’, which was at the time owned by Peter Cook, could do with his services after a costly damages settlement. Thus Ronnie got to know Richard Ingrams, Auberon Waugh, Paul Foot, Christopher Booker, John Morgan, Patrick Marnham, Willie Rushton and Barry Fantoni. Whilst the ‘Eye’ employed Ronnie they received many libel writs, including a number from Lord Hailsham. Auberon Waugh was delighted when in 1978 Ronnie became a High Court judge because Auberon felt that Lord Gnome would have a friend in the judiciary.

Although the ‘Eye’ did an excellent job of sending up some dreadful people, in that era the ‘Eye’ was constantly charged with being dominated by former minor public school boys with small c conservative sympathies. Although Peter Cook performed a wonderful parody of Justice Cantley’s ludicrous summing up at Jeremy Thorpe’s trial and Auberon took the piss by standing against Thorpe in the 1979 General Election as the Dog Lovers candidate in honour of Rinka, Norman Scott’s dog who had been shot by the alleged hit man (see post ‘My How Things Haven’t Changed’), Ronnie Waterhouse and many of his family and friends were mates with Jeremy Thorpe. They were fully aware of Norman’s allegations many years before the 1975 events on Porlock Hill (see post ‘My How Things Haven’t Changed’). Thorpe was defended at his trial by the crooked barrister George Carman QC (see posts ‘No Ordinary Methods’ and ‘No Ordinary Methods – Supplementary Post’), who was a friend of Ronnie’s.

The ‘Eye’ was one of the publications which in late 1972 refused to print a word about Norman’s allegations on the grounds that they were defamatory and unprovable.

In the 1970s Ronnie represented Paul Foot and Stephen Sedley represented the publisher of the ‘Socialist Worker’ when Sam Silkin the Attorney General tried to have them imprisoned for contempt. Foot had, in an article in ‘Socialist Worker’, named two prosecution witnesses, one of which was an hereditary peer, in the Janie Jones trial before Alan King-Hamilton QC at the Old Bailey. Jones ran a brothel in Kensington and she was alleged to have blackmailed the two prosecution witnesses who were clients of the brothel. She had been acquitted of the blackmail charges but had been tried earlier by King-Hamilton on charges related to prostitution and brothel keeping as well as attempting to pervert the course of justice.

King-Hamilton had shielded the ID of the witnesses but admitted that he didn’t have the power to prevent the press from naming them; he commented that he hoped that the press would not name them if they did discover who they were. The contempt case was heard by Lord Chief Justice Widgery, Justice Milmo and Justice Ackner. Stephen Sedley acted for the publisher of the ‘Socialist Worker’ and Ronnie for Paul Foot – Michael Lewis (Esyr’s brother) was Ronnie’s junior. The Treasury solicitor Gordon Slynn acted for the Attorney General. Although it was conceded that King-Hamilton had no jurisdiction over the press, Foot and the publisher were nonetheless fined £250 after the Court stated that Paul Foot had ‘acted recklessly’ and that naming the two witnesses was an ‘affront to the authority of the court and calculated to interfere with the course of justice because it would destroy the confidence of witnesses in future blackmail cases’. Not of course that Janie Jones had been found guilty of blackmailing the witnesses – she was imprisoned after being found guilty of controlling prostitutes.

Janie Jones will have had much dirt on many people. She had worked in cabaret in the 1950s in London, including at the Windmill Theatre where Trumpers’s father and his friends were regulars (see post ’95 Glorious Years!) and in clubs in Mayfair. Janie did of course run a brothel frequented by people who moved in the circles of the judge who jailed her…

 

Ronnie’s connections knew no limits – his wife Sarah’s father was a well-known racehorse breeder so Ronnie took maximum advantage of his father-in-law’s contacts too. Other business contacts of Ronnie’s included his friend Hamish Maxwell, the son of tobacco controller Sir Alexander Maxwell. Hamish was Chair and CEO of Philip Morris. Ken Clarke received freebies from Philip Morris and had dealings with the tobacco industry from 1982, when as Health Minister he thrashed out a voluntary agreement re tobacco advertising with the industry. Ken Clarke also concealed the wrongdoing of Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends in his roles as Health Minister and Secretary of State for Health (see post ‘Running The Country – And All That Jazz’). Hamish Maxwell became Chairman of WPP, the multinational later led by Sir Martin Sorrell. Another mate of Ronnie’s was Louis Marshall who became European Legal Director of Colgate Palmolive. He also knew Dennis Lannigan, the Chairman of J. Walter Thompson in Europe. J. Walter Thompson was formerly an advertising agency and is now part of WWP.

David Kinnersley was friends with Ronnie. Kinnersely was the Chief Executive of North West Water Authority in the 1970s. He founded Water Aid in 1981, after attending a meeting in New York in his capacity as senior economic advisor to the National Water Council after the UN declared the 1980s to be the ‘international drinking water supply and sanitation decade’. Kinnersley advised Thatcher’s Cabinet Minister Nicholas Ridley on the 1989 privatisation programme.

Kinnersley was one of the first Chief Executives of a water authority and though initially uncertain about the Thatcher’s privatisation programme, he eventually vowed to make it a success. He was a great fan of water meters, using his background as an economist to object to the principle of water companies raising levies based on the rateable values of users’ properties.

After graduating in 1950, Kinnersley joined the National Coal Board as special assistant to Sir James Bowman. He later worked for the UK Atomic Energy Authority before joining the water industry in 1964 as Deputy General Manager of the British Waterways Board. Kinnersley was Director of the Association of River Authorities, 1970-73 and then Chief Executive of the North West Water Authority until 1976. He found himself in trouble at North West Water when it came to light that the Authority – then still nationalised – had invested in personalised number plates for some of its other Directors.

Kinnersley’s book ‘Troubled Waters: Rivers, Politics and Pollution’ (1988) laid into the ‘fantasy and rhetoric’ and ‘administrative fudging’ of the Environment Department during water privatisation. In ‘Coming Clean: the Politics of Water and the Environment’ (1994), Kinnersley pointed out the urgent need for the UK to invest in its crumbling sewerage infrastructure and the Govt’s desire to avoid political responsibility for the price increases that would be required to support the new investment, but adroitly pointed out that ‘There’s no votes in shit.’

There were however a great many votes in concealing a pan-European paedophile gang whose UK arm was run by the NHS and social services.

After retiring from the National Water Council in 1983, Kinnersley took up a research fellowship at Nuffield College, Oxford and was later Bursar and a fellow of Mansfield College.

 

One place that Ronnie Waterhouse used to visit was St Deiniol’s Library in Hawarden, Flintshire, now known as the Gladstone Library. St Deiniol’s Library is a residential library, with a strong emphasis on theology. It is a favourite haunt of theologians and priests and the comedian Timmy Mallett’s father was a clergyman from near Chester who trained at St Deiniol’s (see post ‘The Banality Of Evil’). A former Bishop of Chester was abusing children.

 

Ronnie sat on the council of the London Zoological Society, 1972-93. The Zoological Society of London (ZSL) is a charity that was founded in 1826 devoted to ‘the worldwide conservation of animals and their habitats’.

The Institute of Zoology is the scientific research division of the ZSL. It is a Gov’t funded research institute, which ‘specialises in scientific issues relevant to the conservation of species and their habitats’. From the late 1980s the Institute of Zoology was affiliated to the University of London. In 2000 this was replaced with a partnership with the University of Cambridge.

When Ronnie first joined the ZSL, Phil the Greek was President and other council members included the Duke of Northumberland, Thatcher’s friend Woodrow Wyatt and Peter Scott. In 1977 Lord Solly Zuckerman – described by Ronnie as a ‘charming polymath’ – succeeded Phil the Greek as President.

Zuckerman was born and brought up in South Africa, studied medicine at the University of Cape Town and later attended Yale University. He went to London in 1926 to complete his studies at UCH Medical School. Zuckerman began his career at the ZSL in 1928, and worked as a research anatomist until 1932. He taught at the Oxford University, 1934–45.

During WWII, Zuckerman worked on several research projects for the British Gov’t, including measuring the effect of bombing on people and buildings and an assessment of the bombardment (Operation Corkscrew) of the Italian island of Pantelleria in 1943. When Zuckerman was Scientific Director of the British Bombing Survey Unit, he suggested that in the lead up to the Normandy landings the Allies should concentrate on disrupting the German-controlled French transportation system through heavy aerial bombing of rail lines and marshalling yards. His plan was privately referred to by its opponents as ‘Zuckerman’s Folly.’ However Zuckerman’s Folly was accepted by Supreme Allied Commander US General Dwight D. Eisenhower. A focus of Zuckerman’s plan was to target locomotives and the capacity to service them due to a shortage in France prior to the Normandy campaign. This had the effect of pushing rail heads back from the front causing trucks to be diverted from a role of manoeuvre to one of logistics, which resulted in greater petrol consumption.

After leaving the Royal Air Force in 1946, Zuckerman was appointed Professor of Anatomy at Birmingham University where he remained until 1968. He was Chief Scientific Advisor to the MoD, 1960-66 and Chief Scientific Advisor to the British Gov’t, 1964-71. Zuckerman taught at the University of East Anglia, 1969-74 and was instrumental in the development of the Environmental Sciences Dept there. He served as Secretary of the ZSL, 1955-77, before he was appointed President.

After Zuckerman retired as President of the ZSL in 1984, Waterhouse explained that severe financial difficulties followed. In May 1988 the Gov’t made an endowment payment of £10 million, with an annual payment of £1.3 million for the core funding of the Institute of Zoology.

Zuckerman married Lady Joan Rufus Isaacs, the daughter of Gerald Rufus Isaacs, the 2nd Marquess of Reading, in 1939. Gerald Isaacs was a barrister and a Minister in Winston Churchill’s and Anthony Eden’s Gov’ts. He was a bencher in Ronnie Waterhouse’s Inn of Court, Middle Temple. Ronnie will have made it his business to know him.

Sir William MacGregor Henderson, a veterinarian, succeeded Zuckerman as President of the ZSL.

In 1989 (Nicholas) Avrion Mitchison took over as President and remained in post until 1992. Avrion Mitchison’s uncle was the biologist J.B.S. Haldane and his grandfather was the physiologist John Scott Haldane. His son is the cell biologist Professor Tim Mitchison, who has a Chair at Harvard Medical School.

Avrion Mitchison was Professor of Zoology at UCL, worked at the National Institute of Medical Research at Mill Hill and was founding Director of a Rheumatology Institute in Germany. He is currently a Professor Emeritus at UCL.

Whilst I was working at St George’s Hospital Medical School, the Zoological Society of London was the subject of much bad publicity when a story was leaked to the media claiming that some rather pointless research was taking place which involved decapitating marmosets. The Zoological Society was unable to justify the research, but a statement was released stressing that they had seen the error of their ways and that the research had now stopped and they would not be going there again.

The Zoological Society of London was telling porkies. How did I know? Because Mandy Leigh, one of the most unpleasant members of staff at St George’s, was involved in that research and she sat in the tea room chortling away smugly as she confirmed to the rest of us that of course the chopping off of marmosets heads had not come to an end, that was just a load of guff that the London Zoo had told the press. Within a few days, Mandy had popped off down to the ZSL again to decapitate a few more marmosets.

The business of the marmosets losing their heads and lies being told to placate the plebs happened whilst Avrion Mitchison was President of the Zoological Society of London.

Avrion Mitchison stepped down as President in March 1992 – unless that was a lie that had been given to the media as well – and Field Marshal Sir John Chapple took over as President when he retired as the Chief of General Staff to the British Army. Chapple advised the British Gov’t during the Gulf War.

Field Marshal Chapple’s son is David Chapple, a consultant orthopaedic and spinal surgeon. David Chapple read medicine at Tommy’s and undertook his surgical training at St George’s Hospital Medical School. He works at Salisbury District Hospital and at the private New Hall Hospital in Salisbury.

In 2011 David Chapple and his wife Olivia, a GP, had a dreadful experience when their 17 year old son Horatio, a pupil at Eton, was killed by a starving polar bear whilst on a trip to Norway with the British Schools Exploring Society (BSES). Field Marshal Sir John Chapple is a former President of the BSES. The bear that killed Horatio was shot dead by the expedition leader, who suffered serious head and facial injuries. Police later disclosed that the organisers of the expedition had a gun but it failed to fire four times because it was in the ‘safe’ position. They had not assigned a nightwatchman for the camp.

In Sept 2011 it was announced that a High Court judge, Sir David Steel, would preside over an Inquiry into Horatio’s death.

In March 2012 after an enquiry by Norwegian investigators, it was concluded that Horatio’s death could have been avoided if the expedition members had stayed in cabins rather than tents, had used guard dogs and had appointed someone on polar bear watch. Because none of these precautions were required by law, the expedition leaders did not face prosecution.

In 2014, an inquest on Horatio by coroner Ian Singleton returned a narrative verdict. Singleton ruled that failures by the expedition’s organisers did not lead to Horatio’s death, although the group was missing several pieces of crucial equipment, including parts of the trip wire alert system. Singleton stated that a neglect verdict was not appropriate because the expedition leaders failures had not been ‘total or complete’.

Returning his verdict, Mr Singleton said Horatio had been in a tent on a snow bridge near the Von Post Glacier on 5 August when the attack happened. Singleton stated that ‘A polar bear was able to enter the camp shortly before 7.30 am undetected as the trip wire alarm system around the perimeter of the camp had failed to activate due to a supporting post more likely than not being knocked over by the bear which caused the cartridge to move or fall out of the mine without it detonating. Horatio emerged from his tent and was in the act of standing up when the bear reared up and slammed down on him with its paws pushing Horatio to the ground where the bear then mauled his head, face and neck, causing the injury which lead to Horatio’s death.’

Well the expedition leaders didn’t actually feed Horatio to the bear…

In 2014 Sir David Steel reported on the substantial failures in the organisation of the expedition, one of which was to use paperclips to repair the broken trip wire alert system. Sir David stated that the invasion of the camp by a polar bear was ‘not unforeseeable’.

So a 17 year old Eton pupil was killed on an elite adventure holiday as a result of some very, very basic failures by a society which prides itself on preparing youngsters as future explorers and no-one was prosecuted. What has been the long term outcome? A medical charity of course. Horatio’s Top Doc parents established ‘Horatio’s Garden’, which provides ‘green spaces’ (ie. gardens) in hospital grounds for spinal surgery patients to sit in or at least look at. The biggest n best ‘Horatio’s Garden’ fundraising appeal was held at Jimmy Savile’s alma mater Stoke Mandeville.

 

Horatio’s grandfather seems to have caused as many problems during his tenure as President of ZSL as his predecessors Solly and Avrion did. Ronnie Waterhouse’s book tells us that in Sept 1992 a vote of no confidence in the council of the ZSL was held in Sir John Chapple’s absence. Ronnie very wisely retired from the council of the ZSL after this. Sir John stood down as President in 1994, but he had another really good train set to play with because in 1993 he had been appointed as Governor of Gibralter.

The merry-go-round continued after Sir John vacated the ZSL Presidency in 1994. Sir Martin Holdgate was then President until 2004. Martin Holdgate was Chief Biologist to the British Antarctic Survey, then Research Director of the Nature Conservancy Council and, for eighteen years, Chief Scientist and Head of Research at the Dept of the Environment. Subsequently, Holdgate was Director General of the International Union for Conservation of Nature. 

Professor Sir Patrick Bateson was President of ZSL, 2004-14. Sir Patrick Bateson held the Chair of Ethology at Cambridge and his interest was in the ethics of the use of animals for research and the analysis of pain and suffering in animals. The Zoological Society of London with its headless marmosets was the right place for him then.

Professor Sir John Beddignton has been President of ZSL since 2014. Beddington is Senior Adviser at the Oxford Martin School and was previously Professor of Applied Population Biology at Imperial College. Gordon Brown appointed him as the UK Gov’t Chief Scientific Advisor in 2008. He remained in post until 2013.

 

Beddington was married to Professor Sally Baldwin, who was killed in a particularly horrible accident on an escalator in Italy in 2003. From 1994 Sally Baldwin was the Head of the University of York’s Social Policy and Social Work Dept. Sally’s research was into the application of evidence based research to social policy. Her other interests were in mental health and before her death she had been working with the NHS research and development programme on service delivery. Sally served as a member of the York Community Health Council and was a non-executive Director of the York NHS Trust. No, Sally never mentioned what Jimmy Savile was getting up to in her region and her promotion of ‘evidence based policy’ and ‘mental health advocacy’ did not touch the abuses of psychiatric patients by the mental health services, which continued apace. Neither did Sally say a word about Drs Michael Haslam and William Kerr, the two psychiatrists who raped and sexually abused female psychiatric patients in Yorkshire for decades until they were finally exposed in the late 1990s (see post ‘All The Ingredients Of A Scandal’).

If Sally Baldwin had been among all the expertise in north Wales, she wouldn’t have said a word about Dafydd and the paedophiles. Dafydd used to hold ‘clinics’ in Yorkshire.

 

Ronnie was a member of the council at ZSL whilst the unfortunate marmosets were being decapitated by Mandy Leigh et al and lies were told to the media. However Ronnie knew that there were some people who were not to be messed with. Robin Day’s son Alexander was seriously injured on a trip to London Zoo – he sustained multiple skull fractures – whilst Ronnie was a council member. London Zoo coughed up substantial damages without quibbling. Ronnie mentioned in his book that Robin Day was a litigious man who was quick to sue newspapers.

 

 

Ronnie Waterhouse was involved in the 1970s battle between the Church of Scientology, MIND (then known as the National Association for Mental Health) and the psychiatric establishment. Ronnie defended Geoffrey Johnson-Smith, the Tory MP for East Grinstead – who was a friend of Sir Robin Day – against Church of Scientology. The Church tried to sue Johnson-Smith over claims he made on the BBC that families were being alienated by the Church. Although the Church produced witnesses who spoke highly of it, the jury decided that Johnson-Smith’s comments were substantially true and made in good faith.

Ronnie recommended that Sir Elwyn Jones lead for the defence. Sir Elwyn Jones – who later became Lord Elwyn-Jones – ranked high in the pecking order among the paedophiles’ friends of north Wales. He grew up in west Wales, passed through University College Aberystwyth and Cambridge and became a barrister on the Chester and Wales Circuit and a Recorder of Merthyr Tydfil. He served as the Labour MP for Plaistow, West Ham South and Newham. Elwyn Jones was Attorney General under Harold Wilson, 1964-70 and then Lord Chancellor, 1974-79, under Wilson and then Callaghan. It was on his watch as Lord Chancellor that Ronnie was appointed a High Court judge. Elwyn Jones was Shadow Lord Chancellor, 1983-89, under the Windbag.

Elwyn Jones was Lord Chancellor when Mary Wynch was unlawfully arrested and imprisoned by Dr Dafydd Alun Jones et al, as well as during the preceding years when she had come under attack from a ring of crooked solicitors who fleeced her of her inheritance.

Sir Peter Rawlinson was Attorney General at the time of the Geoffrey Johnson-Smith case – Rawlinson was AG throughout the years of Heath’s Gov’t. He had been Solicitor-General under Macmillan at the time of the John Vassall spy scandal (see post ‘Cry, The Beloved Country’), so Rawlinson knew that there was naughtiness in high places accompanied by much hypocrisy.

Geoffrey Johnson-Smith’s appearance on the BBC which sparked the legal case with the Scientologists was the result of a question he’d put to Kenneth Robinson, the Labour Health Minister (a position which evolved into the Secretary of State for the Social Services) in 1968. Robinson did not like the Scientologists. He served as Chairman of National Association for Mental Health  (MIND) and in 1969 the Church of Scientology infiltrated the NAMH. Their members were expelled by NAMH and the Scientologists sued in an attempt to have their members reinstated but lost the case (see post ‘MIND Are Out For Mental Health – Never For Themselves Of Course’). The problem that Robinson, the NAMH and the psychiatric establishment all had with the Scientologists was that the Scientologists alleged that psychiatrists were abusing patients, carrying out damaging experiments on them and facilitating sex crime.

It is a great pity that the Church of Scientology is built on such shaky foundations itself, because much of what they have said about psychiatry for years I have found to be true.

The first person whom I met who really hated the Scientologists was Dr DGE Wood, who was helping run Dafydd’s sex trafficking business. Did Wood just think that L. Ron Hubbard’s writings were a bit outlandish? No. Wood told me that the Scientologists needed a shotgun against their heads. Which was an interesting desire, in the light of the claim by one boy at Bryn Alyn that he was sexually assaulted at gunpoint.

Ronnie’s book mentions that in the Geoffrey Johnson-Smith case, the Scientologists were represented by a junior barrister, Ronald Schulman, who later ‘disappeared in mysterious circumstances’. Ronnie’s story was that Schulman ‘behaved oddly’ in relation to the will of a man who died in a private plan crash en route to France. Ronnie maintained that Schulman was last seen by Ronnie’s barrister friend James Crespi, ‘breakfasting at the Great Eastern Hotel’. Ronnie tells us that it was speculated that Schulman ended up in Brazil. After tangling with Ronnie and the gang it was rather more likely that Schulman ended up in the concrete in a flyover.

James Crespi QC was a friend of George Carman’s and they used to go out boozing and clubbing together. Crespi married a ‘young nightclub hostess’ who left him after three weeks of marriage.

A number of children and psychiatric patients in north Wales disappeared, as did children from other areas where organised child abuse gangs were operating, such as Islington. In Islington a social worker disappeared as well, after expressing concerns about what was happening in the Council’s children’s homes.

 

Sam Silkin, a member of a family who were Labour Party Royalty (see post ‘They Planned To Put Acid In All The Reservoirs…’), was Attorney General when the paedophiles’ friends opened fire on Mary Wynch. When Sir Michael Havers succeeded Silkin, the paedophiles’ friends continued firing. In 1977, Ronnie was asked by Attorney General Silkin if he’d be interested in being a candidate for the job of DPP to lead the proposed new CPS. Ronnie said yes and subsequently met Silkin in a meeting which was held ‘in great secrecy’. Ronnie was unsuccessful and Silkin gave the job to Thomas ‘Tony’ Hetherington (see post ‘A Future Leader Of The Labour Party’) instead, whom of course Ronnie knew. Hetherington was DPP, 1977-87. So he was DPP when both Mary Wynch and I were arrested on trumped up charges by Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends.

Hetherington was head of the permanent legal staff of the Law Officers from 1966-76 and became Deputy Treasury Solicitor in 1975. The Treasury Solicitor was one of those involved with unlawfully fleecing Mary Wynch of her property.

Hetherington’s father was a Top Doctor and Hetherington served in the British Army, both in the regular Army and the TA. Hetherington lied about his office never having received police reports about Cyril Smith’s sex offending.

 

 

Ronnie knew Lord John Donaldson and his wife Mary and in 1984 Ronnie attended Lady Donaldson’s summer banquet. It was Lord Donaldson who as Master of the Rolls gave the 1985 judgement which made legal history and resulted in Mary successfully suing Dafydd et al (see post ‘The Mary Wynch Case – Details’). Ronnie will have definitely noticed and by the time that he was attending Lady Donaldson’s summer banquest he will have known that Mary had begun a case against Dafydd et al.

 

Ronnie had a number of other links with people involved in my own case, as well as his connection with Sir Thomas Hetherington. I mentioned in my post ‘Cry, The Beloved Country’ that Ronnie was a colleague of Lord Justice John Roch who witnessed four paedophiles’ friends perjure themselves in a rigged case in Chester in an attempt to have me imprisoned. Ronnie knew Crispin Masterman when Masterman was a junior and Ronnie praised him in the highest terms. Crispin Masterman represented Gwynedd Health Authority in the High Court in Cardiff in front of Sir Malcolm Pill when Gwynedd Health Authority tried to obtain an injunction against me in 1990 to stop me from even writing to them to follow up my complaints (see post ‘Some Big Legal Names Enter The Arena’). Crispin Masterman had read all my correspondence to Gwynedd Health Authority which detailed serious crime on the part of NHS and social services staff – he did not say a word about any of it.

Crispin Masterman became a judge. His Honour Crispin Masterman retired about five years ago.

Ronnie was also good friends with his neighbour in St John’s Wood, Sir Hugh Park, the former Presiding judge of the Western Circuit. Ronnie conducted his first case as a judge with Park in Bristol with Sir Hugh Park. Sir Hugh presided over the 1978 trial that resulted from the farce that was Operation Julie (see post ‘They Planned To Put Acid In All The Reservoirs…’). Sir Hugh Park was a former member of the Special Operations Executive.

I am wondering if Sir Hugh Park was anything to do with Andrew Park, the crooked lawyer who worked for the Welsh Office, who not only concealed the criminality of Dafydd et al but was happy to encourage them to commit perjury. Lawyers and judges often come from families with other lawyers and judges in them.

 

Ronnie was a lifelong friend of Philip, the son of Justice Owen Stable QC. In 1994 Owen Stable made headlines when he called for the reintroduction of flogging when sentencing three teenagers for joyriding.

 

Ronnie knew David Seaborne Davies, who briefly served as the Liberal MP for Caernarvon Boroughs following David Lloyd George. Seaborne Davies was born in Pwllheli, attended the local grammar school, went to University College Aberystwyth and then St John’s College Oxford. After he served as an MP, Davies took up the post of Chair in the Law Faculty at the University of Liverpool and was also PVC, 1956-60. Davies was a member of the Home Office Criminal Law Revision Commission.

After retirement in 1971, Davies moved to Caernarfon where he indulged his interest in Rugby Union (he had been Life President of Liverpool University Rugby Football Club and Vice President of London Welsh RFC) and was President of Pwllheli Sports Club for ten years. He served as a Magistrate in both Liverpool and Caernarfon, and was High Sheriff of Caernarvonshire, 1967-68. Davies was President of the National Eisteddfod in 1955, 1973 and 1975.

David Seabourne Davies helped Ronnie obtain his place on the law degree at St John’s College, Cambridge.

A true paedophiles’ friend.

 

 

Ronnie’s autobiography doesn’t mention any direct contact with Thatcher but I would be surprised if he had not encountered her at some point. He certainly would have done her bidding and would never have mentioned that her friend and aide Sir Peter Morrison was abusing children in care in north Wales and elsewhere. A number of good friends of Ronnie were closely associated with Thatcher.

I mentioned in previous posts that Ronnie was a close friend of Geoffrey and Elspeth Howe and enjoyed their hospitality at No 11 Downing Street, Chevening and Dorneywood. Ronnie was a good friend of Lord Patrick Jenkin, who was Thatcher’s Secretary of State for Social Services, 1979-81. At the time, one of the biggest rows caused by Jenkin followed his comments in a discussion regarding gender equality – I think in terms of pay. Jenkin stated that if the Lord God had wanted equal pay he wouldn’t have created man and woman. I remember at the time that I was seriously worried that such a man was a Cabinet Minister. I didn’t realise that Jenkin was concealing the sexual abuse of children and associated serious crime in north Wales – including that being committed by the then MP for Chester and Lord Commissioner of HM Treasury, Sir Peter Morrison.

No doubt Jenkin believed that if the Lord God had not wanted children in care to be molested by paedophiles in high places, he wouldn’t have created Dafydd and Lucille – or indeed Sir Ronnie Waterhouse to cover it all up.

Patrick Jenkin’s son Bernard is a Tory MP and from 1992-95 was an advisor to Legal and General Group – whilst investigations were held into the abuse that his father concealed. Bernard Jenkin is a naturist and an associate of Richard Curtis – it is alleged that the many references to ‘Bernard’ in Curtis’s work is a private joke between them. Richard Curtis is married to Clement Freud’s daughter Emma, so perhaps he could write a few supplementary episodes of ‘Blackadder’ featuring a sex offender called Clement.

 

Ronnie was also a friend of Norman St John Stevas, whom I was told when I worked at St George’s was known to be ‘holding spanking parties with little boys’. Sir Ronnie also knew Lord Peter Thorneycroft, a barrister and Tory politician who was Chancellor of the Exchequer in Harold Macmillan’s Gov’t. Thorneycroft had a long career in politics and was Chair of the Conservative Party, 1975-81, by which time Sir Peter Morrison had been elected as an MP and was as busy as St John Stevas was with underaged boys. Ronnie knew Douglas Hurd who held a number of roles in Thatcher’s Cabinet and was Home Secretary, 1985-89, when officials in the Home Office were forging documents and conspiring to have those targeted by Dafydd and the paedophiles imprisoned, including me (see post ‘Additional Security Measures’). Hurd was a nephew of the botanist Edred Henry Corner, who was known to Prof Grieg-Smith at UCNW who was a colleague of Dr Chris Wood, the wife of the corrupt GP Dr DGE Wood who worked in the Student Health Centre at UCNW and was facilitating the sex trafficking ring in north Wales (see post ‘Just A Language Divide?’).

Whilst Hurd was Home Secretary, Peter Morrison was a Minister in the DTI, then Deputy Chairman of the Tory Party and then Minister for Energy (see post ‘These Sharks Are Crap As Well’).

 

One of Waterhouse’s closest friends, the diplomat Sir Percy Cradock, was a political adviser to Thatcher. Cradock joined the Foreign Office in 1954, served mainly in Asia and was the British Ambassador to the People’s Republic of China, 1978-83. Between 1982-84, Cradock played the key role in the negotiations in deciding the future of the sovereignty of Hong Kong after 1997. Cradock was accused by many of betraying the people of Hong Kong, but Thatcher’s faith in him remained and in 1985 she appointed him as Chairman of the Joint Intelligence Committee. Cradock’s relationship with John Major was much worse than his relationship with Thatcher and in 1992 Major replaced both Cradock and the then Governor of Hong Kong, Sir David Wilson, with his ally Chris Patten as Governor of Hong Kong.

Not that it made any difference to those on the receiving end of Dafydd and the paedophiles – Patten had been concealing their crimes himself for years and after paedophiles’ friend Professor Mark Williams established the Oxford Mindfulness Centre on the basis of the research fraud that he carried out with the paedophiles’ friends of north Wales (see post ‘The Biggest Expert Of The Lot’), Patten’s wife Lavender became a Patron of Williams’s Oxford Mindfulness Centre.

Cradock and Patten had a number of public spats during the final years of British administration in Hong Kong, both blaming each other for the problems in the hand-over agreement.

Cradock was a member of the Reform Club, as was Jeremy Thorpe. Thorpe used the Reform Club as the basis of his election campaign which took place after he had been charged with conspiring to murder Norman Scott. Ronnie Waterhouse was a member of the Garrick, but a lot of his friends were in the Reform and Ronnie attended their knees-ups and dinners there.

Another link between Ronnie and Thatch was Ronnie’s pupil master, John Brightman, who later became a Lord of Appeal. By the time that Ronnie was a pupil of Brightman’s, Thatcher had only recently been Brightman’s pupil. Brightman had served in the Royal Naval Volunteer Reserve…

Brightman bagged a peerage from his former pupil in 1982.

 

Percy Cradock was not the only friend of Ronnie’s in the diplomatic service. Grania Bacon, the bridesmaid at Ronnie’s wedding, married the diplomat Sir Alan Munro. Better than that was another friend as close as Cradock, Kenneth James. James was head of the Western European Dept of the Foreign Office – people whom Ronnie knew through Kenneth James included Crispin and Chloe Tickell, Leo de Rothschild, Julian and Margaret Bullard, Dick Stratton and Alistair Horne. In 1953, Ronnie held an ‘at home’ with Geoffrey Howe, Norman St John Stevas, Philip Goodhart (who was later Minister for N Ireland, 1979-81), opera and theatre director Anthony Besch, the ‘Mail’ and ‘Express’ journo Eve Perrick and ‘a sprinkling of diplomats whom I had met with and through Kenneth James’.

Ronnie’s pal Jack Ashley, the Labour MP for Stoke-on-Trent South, 1966-92, also attended the party. Jack Ashley studied at Ruskin College and Cambridge, then worked as a radio producer for the North American Service, the BBC Home Service and as a TV producer for ‘Monitor’ and ‘Panorama’. Jack Ashley gained much admiration for his disability campaigning when that was not a fashionable cause. Sadly Jack kept quiet about the paedophile gang in Staffordshire as well as the lethal hospitals there.

Jack Ashley’s daughter is Jackie Ashley, the TV reporter and journalist. Jackie is married to Andrew Marr, the journalist, newspaper editor and TV reporter/political commentator.

 

Other friends of Ronnie’s included Poppy Stanley, the Bursar of Girton College, who married barrister and Cambridge legal academic Professor Tony Jolowicz. Poppy Jolowicz is listed at Companies House as having been a Director of the Arthur Rank Hospice Ltd.

Ronnie’s Cambridge Liberal friend Hugh Corrie led the Mirror Group’s legal team from the mid-1970s. Corrie’s colleagues all remember him as being the best lawyer that the Mirror Group could have had. So Corrie will have known that something irregular was happening with the pension fund.

Ronnie knew Professor Brian Abel-Smith, the economist  and Gov’t advisor who carefully failed to notice the abuse of vulnerable people by the NHS and welfare services (see post ‘The Old Devils’) and Bob Boothby. Lord Bob Boothby was a Conservative politician who was bisexual and frequently close to scandal. Boothby was friendly with a number of serious criminals including the Krays and was alleged to have used rent boys.

 

Another pal of Waterhouse’s was the theatre critic and writer Kenneth Tynan. Kenneth Tynan was feted as a society figure and champagne socialist who was a bit outrageous, but when he was older it became clear that he was excessive, or even unsavoury. Tynan was notoriously promiscuous yet demanded fidelity from his wife and he was an enthusiastic sado-masochist but in a way that wasn’t at all enjoyable for those he was practising it with. Tynan’s daughter Tracy wrote her memoirs recently in which she maintained that her father was a boozing, coke -snorting, violent, sexually exploitative man.

 

Ronnie also knew Sir Hugh Casson, the architect and his wife Margaret. Casson went to St John’s College, Cambridge like Ronnie and was the nephew of the actor Lewis Casson, whose daughter Ronnie also knew. Sir Hugh’s architecture is much mocked and he was responsible for treasures such as the Royal Festival Hall and the Elephant House at London Zoo. Casson was a close friend of the Royal Family and taught Prince Charles how to paint in watercolour.

In 1985 Margaret Casson was made an honorary fellow of the Royal Academy, where her husband was President. Purely on the basis of her talents of course.

 

Two other colleagues of Ronnie’s on the Chester and Wales Circuit whom I did not mention in previous posts were Geraint Rees and of course Tasker Watkins.

Geraint Rees was the brother of Goronwy Rees, paedophiles’ friend and Principal of University College Aberystwyth, whilst that college was run by paedophiles’ friends and churned out many law graduates who evolved into bent lawyers and judges (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’). Geraint made it big and became a judge at the Old Bailey.

I blogged about paedophiles’ friend par excellence Tasker Watkins aka The Greatest Living Welshman in my posts ‘Corruption Bay Special’ and ‘The Battle Of The Cowshed’. Tasker was Presiding judge of the Chester and Wales Circuit, 1975-80 and was appointed Deputy Lord Chief Justice by Lord Chief Justice Geoffrey Lane in 1988. Tasker had numerous other roles, including that of the Chairman of the Mental Health Review Tribunal Wales Region, 1960-71 and President of the Welsh National School of Medicine, 1987-99, whilst senior figures in that institution concealed the serious crime of the Top Docs in north Wales.

Ronnie was Tasker’s junior for the prosecution at the 1969 trial of the Free Wales Army who intended to blow Prince Charles sky high during the Investiture.

 

Ronnie knew that the Bar and judiciary was crawling with so much nepotism that it could not be denied. So he didn’t try to. In ‘Child Of Another Century’, when discussing the friendship between him and Sir Derek Oulton, the Permanent Secretary to the Lord Chancellor, 1982-89, Ronnie cheerily tells the reader that he ‘makes no apology’ for the nepotism and exclusivity’ involved in appointments. Which is just as well because Ronnie was someone who built his entire career on nepotism and exclusivity.

 

Sir Derek Oulton was educated at St Edward’s School, Oxford and then read law at King’s College, Cambridge. He was a barrister and a Bencher at Gray’s Inn. Oulton joined the Lord Chancellor’s Department in 1960 and was Private Secretary to three successive Lord Chancellors – Earl Kilmuir, Viscount Dilhorne and Lord Gardiner. He also served as Secretary to the Beeching Royal Commission on Assizes and Quarter Sessions, 1966–69.

Oulton’s civil service position as Permanent Secretary of the Lord Chancellor’s Department and Clerk of the Crown in Chancery, 1982–89, under Thatcher was his final one.

Oulton was in post when Mary Wynch and I were targeted by Dafydd and the paedophiles.

 

Sir Derek was succeeded by Sir Thomas Legg, no doubt as a result of further nepotism and exclusivity. Legg was Permanent Secretary of the Lord Chancellor’s Dept and Clerk to the Crown in Chancery, 1989-98, serving under Thatch, Major and Blair. So Legg’s time in office spanned a number of attempts to imprison me on the basis of the perjury of the paedophiles’ friends, the ruination of Mary Wynch by Michael Howard as Home Secretary after she had dared win her case against Dafydd et al, the failed investigations into the paedophile ring in north Wales/Cheshire – which of course didn’t exist – and the establishment of the Waterhouse Inquiry and Ronnie’s time of taking evidence from witnesses.

Legg was educated at Horace Mann School in New York City and at Frensham Heights School in the UK. After National Service in the Royal Marines, Legg read history and law at Ronnie’s alma mater, St John’s College, Cambridge. 

Legg was called to the Bar in 1960 and was one of the 12 lawyers allocated to the Lord Chancellor’s Department from 1962. He worked in that Dept for his entire career, which when he retired was responsible for administration of the UK legal system and its co-ordination with European Union law. This had resulted in the Dept of Constitutional Affairs employing 20,00 staff and having a budget of £2 billion. Somewhere among all that was Jack Straw, who as a young advisor to Barbara Castle had concealed the deaths of a great number of disabled children from London and as Margaret Hodge’s gofer in Islington Council had kept very quiet about the paedophile ring at work within the Council’s children’s homes.

Legg was a Master of the Bench of the Inner Temple from 1984.

 

In April 1980 Ronnie received a phone call from Lord Geoffrey Lane who was about to be sworn in as Lord Chief Justice. Lane invited Ronnie to succeed Tasker as Presiding judge of Chester and Wales Circuit. Ronnie occupied that role for the next five years. Geoffrey Lane was felt to be a major liability during his time as Lord Chief Justice. His time in office was marked by a string of disputed convictions and he refused to allow the appeal of the Birmingham Six in 1988. When they were cleared in 1991, 140 MPs signed a petition demanding that Lane should leave his post.

After he retired, Legg headed the Inquiry into Sandline International, the ‘arms to Sierra Leone’ Inquiry. Legg’s Inquiry cleared the British Gov’t of any involvement in Sandline’s breach of the international arms embargo.

Since retirement, Legg has held the Chairmanship of the  Imperial College Healthcare Trust; served as Chairman of the London Library; and served as consultant to the law firm Clifford Chance. After being co-opted onto the council of Brunel University in 1993, he was Visitor from 2001–06. So Sir Thomas Legg might know something about the extraordinary support that one Peter Beresford received from Brunel and indeed from Blair and Brown’s Gov’ts after his metamorphosis from a social worker into a Service Users Champ. Beresford has been very effective at dominating the mental health debate, closing down conversations and silencing concerns regarding the most serious abuses of mental health patients within the mental health system. Whilst Beresford banged on about empowerment, patients died.

 

 

It was Geoffrey Lane who as Lord Chief Justice in 1987 – on Sir Derek’s Oulton’s watch – released Professor Oliver Brooke on appeal, after Brooke was imprisoned for the possession of child porn. Lane likened Brooke’s massive collection of child porn to a collection of cigarette cards. Oliver Brooke was the Prof of Paediatrics at St George’s Hospital Medical School who had a vast amount of child porn stored in his office at St George’s and who was also charged with inciting a photographer to take indecent pictures of a girl of 14. After Lane released him, detectives revealed that Brooke had been a key figure in a pan-European child sex ring.

At the time of Brooke’s conviction St George’s stressed that he had never behaved in an untoward manner with any of his patients. Not only was that statement probably about as truthful as the claims of the London Zoo to have stopped chopping off marmosets heads, but St George’s forgot to mention that many of Brooke’s colleagues remained in post concealing the rest of the paedophile ring of which he was a member (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part III’), as well as the staff who were involved with drugs offences (see post ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’) and furthermore that the staff had links with Dafydd et al in north Wales, knew what Dafydd, Tony Francis (Dr X) and Lucille Hughes were doing and colluded with them (see post ‘Some Very Eminent Psychiatrists From London’).

Oliver Brooke was jailed in Dec 1986. His appeal came before Geoffrey Lane in May 1987 and Brooke was released from prison in June 1987. Dafydd had me unlawfully arrested a matter of days before Brooke pleaded guilty to child porn offences in Kingston Crown Court. The month after Brooke was released from prison, Dafydd et al made a highly co-ordinated attempt to frame and imprison me – with which Risley Remand Centre and the Mental Health Act Commission colluded (see posts ‘Workers Play Time’, ‘Security, Security’ and ‘Additional Security Measures’).

Alison Taylor was suspended from her job with Gwynedd County Council in Dec 1986. Clwyd Health Authority made an admission of negligence with regard to Mary Wynch’s case not long after this, but then refused to pay her the damages which they themselves had offered…

 

It is clear that key figures involved with the abuse of children and young people across the UK could have been stopped in 1986/87, but their criminality was being actively facilitated at the highest levels. The people occupying key roles at the most senior levels of Gov’t and the legal system ensured that corrupt people were then appointed to other key roles.

Geoffrey Lane obviously felt that Ronnie Waterhouse was a man who could be relied upon not to rock the boat. The paedophiles’ friends must have cracked open the champagne when Ronnie was appointed the Presiding judge of the Chester and Wales Circuit. Ronnie’s years as Presiding judge covered the era when cases against child abusers in north Wales were inexplicably not taken forward, were dropped or when they were brought to court resulted in unfathomably lenient sentences.

 

Sir Michael Havers was Attorney General, 1979-87 and then Lord Chancellor, June 1987-Oct 1987. Havers blocked the prosecution of the diplomat Sir Peter Hayman for child porn offences and shielded his identity. It was on Havers’ watch that sex offence  cases involving other people such as Cyril Smith were batted into the long grass. Havers was succeeded as AG by Sir Patrick Mayhew – who was yet another paedophiles’ friend – and as Lord Chancellor by Lord Mackay of Clashfern, who I will return to later in this post…

Havers was the Tory MP for Wimbledon, 1970-87. Many of the consultants at St George’s lived in Havers’s constituency. Havers died days before the firebomb in Brighton killed five witnesses to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal.

Michael Havers’s sister was the secretary turned High Court judge Lady Justice Elizabeth Butler-Sloss who carried out the cover-up into the 1987 Cleveland Child Abuse Scandal. Ronnie’s book states that it was Thatch who appointed Butler-Sloss to the Court of Appeal, not the Lord Chancellor. Thatch appointed Butler-Sloss to the Court of Appeal just after Butler-Sloss had so helpfully Chaired the Inquiry into Cleveland (see post ‘Twas The Night Before Christmas And The Culprits Were Named’).

 

Another one of Ronnie’s colleagues on the Chester and Wales Circuit was Alun Talfan Davies QC. The Talfan Davies dynasty has ruled the roost at the BBC for a very long time now, but it was Alun who was the barrister with a huge practice in west Wales.

A paedophile ring with connections to Dafydd et al in north Wales operated in west Wales throughout the years that Alun Talfan Davies practised as a barrister.

Alun Talfan Davies was born near Swansea, the youngest son of the Calvanistic Methodist Minister William Talfan Davies. He was the brother of Aneurin Talfan Davies. Alun was educated at Gowerton Grammar School and he read law at Aberystwyth and at Gonville and Caius College, Cambridge. His daughter Janet married the Welsh Rugby international Barry John.  Like Ronnie’s mate Sir William Mars-Jones (see post ‘Cry, The Beloved Country’), Talfan Davies was a member of Gray’s Inn. He specialised in industrial cases and was retained by the NUM.

Alun Talfan Davies was Recorder of Merthyr Tydfil, 1963-68; Recorder of Swansea, 1969; Recorder of Cardiff, 1969-71; Hon Recorder of Cardiff and Recorder of the Crown Court, 1972-86;

Alun Talfan Davies was Chairman of the Bank of Wales, 1991-95 – the child molester George Thomas was a Director of the Bank of Wales (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’). Talfan Davies was President of the Court of the National Eisteddfod, 1979-82. Alun Talfan Davies was a member of the Criminal Injuries Compensation Board, 1976-85 and was a judge in the Court of Appeal of Jersey and Guernsey, 1969-83.

Talfan Davies was a member of Plaid in the 1930s but left for the Liberal Party. He unsuccessfully stood for Parliament four times, including for Denbigh in 1966. Talfan Davies was Chairman of the Liberal Party of Wales.

In 1940, with his brother Aneirin, Talfan Davies founded the Welsh language publishing firm Llyfrau’r Dryw. In 1958 they co-published ‘Y Geiriadur Mawr’, an influential Welsh dictionary. In 1969 they founded the current affairs magazine ‘Barn’.

With a group of friends and acquaintances Alun Talfan Davies formed Harlech Television (later HTV). Davies persuaded Lord Harlech to become Chairman of HTV Group while Davies became Vice-Chairman. In terms of unfortunate deaths and personal misfortune, Lord Harlech and his descendants displayed all the signs of having been targeted by the paedophiles’ friends (see post ’95 Glorious Years!’). 

In 1980 Talfan Davies co-founded the Welsh Portrait Sculpture Trust which commissioned a series of portrait busts of distinguished Welshmen from the sculptor Ivor Roberts-Jones. In 1982 he became a Trustee of the Welsh Sculpture Trust which established an outdoor sculpture collection in Margam Country Park. 

 

 

Lucille Hughes and other paedophiles’ friends are involved with the management of the CAB at a senior level. So was Ronnie Waterhouse.

Ronnie was appointed to the management committee of the Greater London CAB in March 1976 and remained until he became a High Court judge in 1978. He met regularly with their legal advisors, including Richard Thomas, who later became Director of Public Policy at Clifford Chance. Thomas was Information Commissioner, 2002-09 and is currently Deputy Chairman of Consumers’ Association.

Richard Thomas began his career in 1971 at Freshfields Bruckhaus Deringer and in 1974 began working for the CAB in Notting Hill. He went on to occupy positions in the National Consumer Council (from 1979) – where he was involved in the Campaign for Freedom of Information – and the Office of Fair Trading.

A document submitted to the Leveson Inquiry by witness Alec Owens indicates that Richard Thomas refused to prosecute perpetrators of phone hacking, despite receiving a recommendation that ‘all parties identified as being involved be jointly prosecuted for conspiracy to breach the Data Protection Act 1998.’

 

The Campaign for Freedom of Information is yet another body with which I had a bizarre experience when I mentioned the words ‘NHS in north Wales’. The Campaign for Freedom of Information was established in 1984 and by the summer of 1985 ‘The Guardian’ was running flattering articles about this organisation that was challenging the shadowy powers who were withholding info on UK citizens. After the mental health services in Wales smugly stated that there was no way that they would ever give me access to my own records – even after I had written to Ministers and found out that there was no legal reason for them withholding such access – and then began threatening me, I went down to London to stay with my friend and we went over to the office of the Campaign for Freedom of Information. That will have been in 1986.

There were a number of staff in the office and no other visitors. When I explained that I had come down from north Wales after encountering problems with the NHS compiling inaccurate documents about me, refusing to amend them and then denying me all further access to my records, my friend and I were met with an astonishing reaction. The staff literally yelled at us that they were a ‘campaigning organisation’ and not here to help individuals. Presuming that they had misunderstood and thought that I was asking them to take up a case for me, pay legal fees etc, I explained that all I wanted was some info and to draw their attention to what was happening in the NHS. The staff became phenomenally aggressive and actually pushed us out of their office. My friend – who was somewhat sharper than me and worked out that something weird was happening and that things were about to get nasty – observed that we ought to get out of there. As we walked away I remarked that when I got home I’d contact them again and perhaps I’d find someone more helpful than the nutters whom we’d just encountered. My friend observed that somehow she didn’t think that the Campaign for Freedom of Information was going to help me. She was quite right, the door was very firmly slammed in my face again when I had another try with them.

 

Maurice Frankel has been a leading light in the Campaign for Freedom of Information since it was set up and has been its Director since 1987. Frankel was a member of the Lord Chancellor’s Advisory Group on Implementation of the Freedom of Information Act and of the Commonwealth Group of Experts whose Freedom of Information Principles were adopted by Commonwealth Law Ministers in 1999. He is Deputy Chair of the whistleblowers charity ‘Public Concern at Work’ and is a cousin of the awful Baroness Ruth Deech.

 

I am currently in e mail correspondence with someone who has just had the Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board mental health experience and is distressed because, among other things, inaccurate records were compiled about her and her attempts to have them rectified are being refused. The Betsi Board have also flouted many legal requirements and good practice guidelines in her case. She has told me that she regrets ever going near the mental health services. I know a number of other patients who maintained that the mental health records compiled about them in north Wales were so inaccurate that they bore very little relation to the truth.

In 1985 I thought that I was being singled out. I was in the end because I took on the paedophiles’ friends, but in terms of the arrant nonsense that was written on my records – it took 20 years, a High Court order and a threat by a judge to imprison the Chief Exec of the North West Wales NHS Trust to gain access to the full nonsense – I now realise that it was business as usual for the mental health services.

The nurse who blew the whistle on the Tawel Fan Scandal was sacked by the Betsi Board and struck off by the NMC a few weeks ago.

You’re doing a great job Maurice!

 

It was Ronnie Waterhouse who established a CAB in the Royal Courts of Justice – he identified a need – and it opened in Feb 1978. It was financed for 18 months by the Nuffield Foundation. The Australian lawyer Leonie Kelleher wrote a report which underlined the need that Ronnie’s antennae had detected for a CAB in the Royal Courts of Justice. Kelleher’s report was published in Dec 1980 and in the same month, a full time organiser for the CAB in the Royal Courts of Justice, Catherine Clarke, began work. The Dept of Trade funded that CAB until the spring of 1985.

On 2 Sept 1985 Leon Brittan was appointed Secretary of State for the Dept of Trade and Industry and Sir Peter Morrison was appointed as his Minister of State.

Until early 1987 the CAB in Bangor employed an excellent local solicitor who represented the victims of Dafydd and the paedophiles – he represented me. Dafydd telephoned him without my knowledge yet alone consent and tried to persuade him not to act for me. The solicitor continued to represent me. Some months later the CAB in Bangor ‘changed their policy’ and stopped employing him or indeed any other solicitors.

 

In 1986 Catherine Clarke died. Pamela Lloyd-Hart took over her job at the CAB at the Royal Courts of Justice. Records at Companies House inform us that Pamela Lloyd-Hart was a Director of the Royal Courts of Justice and Islington CAB, Nov 1995-Nov 1997. A paedophile ring operated in the children’s homes in Islington for many years, as Margaret Hodge, Jeremy Corbyn and many others knew. Pamela Lloyd-Hart resigned as Director of the RCJ and Islington CAB just as the Waterhouse Inquiry finished taking evidence from witnesses.

Ronnie Waterhouse was Chairman of the RCJ CAB’s management committee, 1980-92.

 

In the spring of 1991 I was taken to the Royal Courts of Justice in yet another attempt to have me imprisoned for contempt of court. The case was brought by Hempsons, the solicitors for the MDU, who were acting on the instructions of Dr Tony Francis (Dr X). Ann Ball acted for Hempsons. I now have documents in my possession demonstrating that Ann Ball advised Tony Francis not to pursue litigation against me but he ignored her advice. Ann Ball continued to act for him, although she knew that Francis had perjured himself. Ann Ball also knew the details of the very serious crime that I maintained was being committed by those working for the mental health services in north Wales.

So as the forces of the corrupt British judiciary were mobilised against me, I could have had the benefit of a CAB managed by Ronnie. Except that I didn’t know that it existed, its presence certainly wasn’t advertised on the day that I attended the Royal Courts of Justice.

 

The Attorney General who authorised that prosecution of me was Sir Patrick Mayhew. Who in a previous life had been a barrister who acted for the MDU and GMC. Mayhew was counsel at the GMC fitness to practice hearing of Dr Morris Fraser, the Belfast child psychiatrist who was convicted of child sex offences. Fraser was allowed to continue to practice and later worked at Springfield Hospital, the mental health unit attached to St George’s.

 

Companies House tells us that Pamela Lloyd Hart’s next venture was as a Director of the Mary Ward Legal Centre, 1998-99. In 1998 the address given for the Mary Ward Legal Centre was in Hampstead. The current address is Great Ormond Street Hospital.

 

A number of Ronnie’s fellow kind hearted colleagues in the judiciary set up an appeal to fund the CAB in the RJC after Thatch’s Gov’t cut off the supply of dosh. The appeal was Chaired by Mrs Justice Booth – I don’t think this was Booth as in Cherie, I presume that it must have been someone else – but didn’t reach its target. Lady Justice Arden then took over the appeal.

Lady Justice Mary Arden was born and brought up in Liverpool and educated at Huyton College. Her grandfather, father and brother were all Liverpool solicitors. The family firm was Gamon Arden and Co which merged with Hill Dickinson in 2007. Mary Arden read law at Girton College, Cambridge – where Ronnie’s friend Poppy was Bursar – and also took a degree at Harvard. She was appointed as a High Court judge in 1993 and was Chairman of the Law Commission, 1996-99. In 2000 Mary Arden was appointed to the Court of Appeal. She is Head of International Judicial Relations for England and Wales and a member of the Permanent Court of Arbitration at the Hague.

Lady Justice Arden featured in the ‘Women’s Hour’ ‘power list’. ‘And tomorrow on ‘Woman’s Hour’, Jenni Murray and Jane Garvey will be holding a discussion about sexual violence with their guest Baroness Helena Kennedy…’  The comedian Victor Lewis-Smith once upset a lot of people with a rude rap song about ‘Woman’s Hour’ – the less offensive lines included ‘I’ve got me Jenni Murray and I’ve got me damson jam’. I thought that the rap was very funny despite the outrage at Victor’s piss-taking of the ‘Woman’s Hour’ obsession with gynaecological problems – I didn’t realise in those days that a great many of the Strong Wimmin given air time on ‘Woman’s Hour’ are paedophiles’ friends.

Mary Arden is married to Jonathan Mance, who also became a High Court judge and a Lord Justice of Appeal. Mary and Jonathan were the first married couple to sit in the High Court and then became the first married couple to sit in the Court of Appeal. A power couple! No wonder Jenni and Jane were impressed.

Lord Jonathan Mance is the Deputy President of the Supreme Court. The President is of course Lady Brenda Hale (see post ‘In The Courts), another ‘Woman’s Hour’ favourite, who is a pal of St Helena Kennedy’s, who in turn was mates with Professor Nigel Eastman, one of those at St George’s who was colluding with Dafydd and the paedophiles. See post ‘Eve Was Framed – As Were A Lot Of Other People’ for further details of St Helena, who is not as much of a friend to oppressed wimmin as she would have us believe.

St Helena worked in Tooks Court Chambers, with Michael Mansfield. I really do not think that Michael Mansfield could possibly have not known about the Bar and judiciary being log jammed with those who were concealing the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles. It was in 1993 when I wrote to Mr Mansfield about the paedophiles’ friends of north Wales – just as a police investigation concluded that there was no evidence of a paedophile ring in north Wales.

Michael Mansfield and St Helena, in the spirit of helping the oppressed, took on a law graduate called Constance Briscoe, who later wrote a misery memoir to trump all misery memoirs. Constance became a barrister, then a part-time judge specialising in child and mental health cases because She Had Been There. It was not a good idea. By then everyone who knew Constance Briscoe considered her quite mad. She had extensive cosmetic surgery for no good reason – not just a nose job or a trout pout, but Constance had the bones of her feet removed and I think that she also had the operation which involves removing bone length from one’s legs. Constance flew to America to have all this done.

‘The Daily Mail’ really loved Constance, they published many features about Constance being a woman who had overcome hardship, which were illustrated by photographs of Constance wearing rather Joan Collinsesque outfits, accompanied by her claims that she had body dysmorphic disorder. Readers were leaving comments like ‘I wish you all the best Constance, you are a beautiful clever empowered woman’. Unfortunately Constance was also a lying cow and ended up going to prison after she and her friend Vicky Pryce told porkies to the police in order to fit up Vicky’s husband Chris Huhne. Vicky went to prison as well, wrote a prison memoir when she was released and was back working as a Gov’t economist and being interviewed on the ‘Today’ programme within weeks of coming out.

 

In 2012, the Chancellor of Oxford University, Chris Patten, appointed Mary Arden’s husband Lord Mance as High Steward of Oxford University.

 

Waterhouse’s book tells us that the CAB at the RJC was run by Justice Cazalet, ‘with the benevolent interest of Derry Irvine’. Sir Edward Cazalet is a High Court judge who was the son of the Queen mum’s racehorse trainer and P.G. Wodehouse’s stepdaughter. He was educated at Oxford University, where he was Master of the University drag hounds. At Oxford, Sir Edward’s friends included Sir Simon Hornby, who married Edward’s sister Sheran. Simon Hornby was Chairman of WH Smith, the Royal Horticultural Society and the Design Council. He founded the National Literacy Trust.

Companies House lists Sir Edward Cazalet as being a Director of the RCJ and Islington CAB, 1995-98 and as a Director for the British Association for Adoption and Fostering, 2000-03.

Sir Edward issued guidance which was incorporated into Best Practice Guidelines  regarding ‘Justice’s Reasons In The Family Court Proceedings In Children Act Cases’ which were issued by the President of the Family Division in 1997.

Cazalet is a member of The Other Club, a dining club which meets at the Savoy. Members past and present include many of those who this blog knows and loves, such as Paddy Ashdown, Tony Blair, Leon Brittan, Gordon Brown, Sir Robin Butler, Ken Clarke, Robin Day, Fattersley, Woy Jenkins, Tom King, Chris Patten, John Smith, Norman St John Stevas, David Steel, Jeremy Thorpe, William Waldegrave, Prince Charles, Willie Whitelaw, Bob Boothby, Harold Wilson, Woodrow Wyatt. And many, many more old favourites. About the only name that I didn’t find was Ronnie Waterhouse, but that was probably because he wasn’t grand enough for them to boast about.

 

 

Ronnie’s volume ‘Child Of Another Century’ shed more light on the rigging of the Waterhouse Inquiry. It has entered into Celtic legend that the first that Ronnie knew of what became the Waterhouse Inquiry was when he received a phone call telling him that he would be presiding over the Public Inquiry into the abuse of children in care in north Wales since 1974. However Ronnie’s autobiography tells us a little more.

Ronnie maintained that he initially received a phone call from the Secretary of the then Lord Chief Justice, Lord Peter Taylor of Gosforth, seeking permission to give Ronnie’s phone number to the Welsh Office. Peter Taylor was the prosecuting barrister in the trial of Jeremy Thorpe. My post ‘Additional Security Measures’ describes how the Report allegedly written by Peter Taylor regarding the Hillsborough Disaster was submitted to the Home Office under Home Secretary Douglas Hurd, unsigned, at an earlier date than Taylor stated that it would be prepared – after Taylor had been told what Douglas Hurd wanted in that Report.

Why the Welsh Office needed Ronnie’s phone number I cannot fathom, he was probably having dinner with one of the senior people there or members of their immediate family at least once a week.

 

After Ronnie had given his permission for his longstanding close friends at the Welsh Office to receive his phone number – couldn’t someone have just nipped over to the Garrick to find him? – William Hague spoke to Ronnie from the Tory conference in south Wales. Hague then dined with Ronnie at the Commons the following month.

Ronnie explained in his book that there was ‘a great deal of work to do before the Tribunal could begin to hear evidence’. The Tribunal was formally appointed on 30 Aug 1996.

Now Ronnie’s book gives a great deal of information about some interesting events before Ronnie received the phone call from the Secretary of Lord Chief Justice Peter Taylor, asking for permission to give his phone number to some of his oldest friends.

On the 8 Nov 1995 Ronnie had informed the Lord Chancellor, Lord James Mackay of Clashfern that he would retire on 15 April 1996 – therefore Ronnie’s last sitting would be  on 3 April 1996.

Lord Mackay of Clashfern kept the appallingly sexually abusive behaviour of Esther Rantzen’s former bedfellow Sir Nicholas Fairbairn under wraps and was the man who launched the career of Baroness Patricia Scotland – by appointing her as a QC at a very young age – who was given a peerage within a few months of her beginning to act for the Welsh Office at the Waterhouse Tribunal  (see 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’).

Lord Mackay of Clashfern, I think that you have some explaining to do.

 

Ronnie tells us that he had ‘said farewell’ to his old Circuit – Chester and Wales – in Nov 1994, in view of his original plans to retire in 1995. But as a result of ‘my delay in implementing my original decision to retire in 1995’, Ronnie ‘enjoyed further stays in Mold and Chester in January and February for part of which I had the agreeable company of the newly appointed Mr Justice (now Lord Chief Justice) Wilson of the Family Division’.

I can find no explanation of WHY Ronnie delayed implementing his original decision to retire in 1995.

So Ronnie originally planned to retire in 1995. That was the year when Dafydd was dragged kicking and screaming into ‘retirement’ – except that Dafydd didn’t ‘retire’. Everyone was told that he had, but Dafydd left his NHS post clutching the contract to provide ‘substance abuse services’ for north Wales and with an agreement that none of the very serious complaints about him would be followed up. Dafydd continued with his extensive private practice and as far as I could see, expanded it considerably during the following years. See post ‘The Evolution Of A Drugs Baron’.

In the summer of 1995, the world was told that the North Wales Hospital Denbigh had closed down. It hadn’t, part of it remained open – Gwynfryn Ward, a ‘mother and baby unit’, but no-one seems to have been able to discover for how long for and which patients remained there. The summer of 1995 also saw the most extraordinary shenanigans at the top of the Welsh Office. John Redwood was Secretary of State for Wales until 26 June 1995. Then David Hunt was acting Secretary of State for the days between 26 June and 5 July 1995, then William Hague took over as Secretary of State for Wales on 5 July 1995. David Hunt had been a junior Minister in the Welsh Office back in the 1980s when the lid was kept on the madness prevailing in Gwynedd Health Authority and he was then Secretary of State for Wales, May 1990-May 1993, where the lid continued to be kept on the madness and criminality in the NHS and social services in north Wales (see posts ‘A Visit To Gwynedd Archives’ and ‘The Cradle Of Filth’).

My post ‘The Banality Of Evil’ describes in detail the frantic efforts that Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends made to have me imprisoned or labelled as dangerous and detained in a secure unit from the middle of 1994 and throughout 1995.

On 13 July 1995 Sir Peter Morrison was found dead at his London home. Brown was forced out of his job at Aston University in the same month.

During 1995, John Jillings and his panel were still investigating the abuse of children in the care of Clwyd County Council since 1974. Jillings completed  his report Feb 1996, but it wasn’t officially submitted until a few weeks later (see post ‘It’s A Piece Of Cake…’).

 

So although Waterhouse was originally due to retire in the midst of all this, for some reason he had a change of mind, delayed his retirement and – judging from his book – embarked on a tour of Wales where he met and socialised with many of those who were responsible for facilitating, ignoring or concealing the abuse of children in care, into which he would soon be holding an Inquiry. Not of course that Ronnie had any inkling that his services would be required for such a task. Indeed, in Dec 1995 Nicola Davies QC, after ‘reviewing the police paperwork concerning the abuse of children in care in north Wales’ – not that Nicola had much to review because all the paperwork from 1989 onward was missing – stated that a judicial inquiry would not be in the public interest. William Hague had a change of heart and announced in the summer of 1996 that a Judicial Inquiry would be held after all.

 

Those whom Ronnie hobnobbed with during his pre-Inquiry tour of the paedophiles’ friends included ‘the Bromley-Davenports’. There is only one family of Bromley-Davenports, but the family contains a number of people whom Ronnie may have been referring to.

Lt Col Sir Walter Bromley-Davenport was the Tory MP for Knutsford, 1945-70, after a career in the Army. He was a Conservative junior Whip from 1948-51, but lost his junior Whip position after kicking the Belgium Ambassador down a flight of steps no less. His excuse was that he mistook the Ambassador for a colleague whom he thought had left the Commons before the 10 o’clock vote. Sir Walter was a member of the  British Boxing Board of Control from 1953. He was appointed Deputy Lieutenant of Cheshire in 1949.

Bromley-Davenport ‘was known to have an extraordinarily loud voice’. He ‘would startle new Labour MPs when they rose to make a speech by screaming ‘Take your hands out of your pockets!’ On one occasion he shouted ‘Sit down!’ at Otho Prior-Palmer, MP for Worthing, which the Minister immediately did, as he attempted to speak at the same time as Davenport. Davenport was known to use his voice outside of Parliament. When he entered an overcrowded train in Crewe, he walked up and down the corridor shouting ‘All change!’. When everyone left, he took a seat.

Sir Walter’s son was Sir William Bromley-Davenport, who served as High Sheriff of Chester and Lord Lieutenant of Chester. Sir William was Lord Lieutenant of Chester whilst the Waterhouse Inquiry took place. At the Inquiry Ronnie refused to investigate claims that children in care were taken to locations outside of north Wales to be abused, although at least one witness spoke about being taken to a ‘big house’ near Chester where he was sexually assaulted by several men. Sir William retired as Lord Lieutenant of Chester in 2003, the Waterhouse Report having been safely completed and submitted to the Gov’t three years previously.

Nicholas Bromley-Davenport continued the family tradition by serving as High Sheriff of Chester, 2007-08.

The family seat of the Bromley-Davenports is at Macclesfield.

 

There is a John Bromley-Davenport QC who is a barrister. He has been a legal assessor to the NMC since 2011, a legal assessor to the British Psychoanalytic Council since 2014, a legal assessor to the Construction Industry Council since 2014 and, since 2016, a legal assessor to the General Chiropractic Council.

So John Bromley-Davenport QC will be able to explain why Nicola Kingston, the nurse who blew the whistle on the serious abuse of elderly mentally ill patients at Tawel Fan Ward at the Ablett Unit in Ysbyty Glan Clwyd, was struck off on trumped up charges of ‘having sex with a patient’ a few weeks ago. She was married to the patient in question. He wasn’t her patient and she did not have sex with him anywhere inappropriate or when on duty.

 

During Ronnie’s Grand Tour in 1995, the High Sheriff of Cheshire John Pickering gave a dinner party for Nicholas Wilson and Ronnie, which was attended by Lord Leverhulme, ‘five circuit judges and old friends’.

There is a lawyer called John Pickering who spent his career working for the personal injury lawyers Irwin Mitchell, but I don’t know if this is the John Pickering whom Ronnie dined with in 1995. Irwin Mitchell handle a lot of claims against the NHS, particularly big ones involving catastrophic birth injury. Irwin Mitchell however have as little luck as other lawyers in bringing claims against the mental health services, although I know that some years ago Irwin Mitchell were actively touting for business among patients of North West Wales NHS Trust because they knew how many patients had been harmed. Of course, they didn’t show much interest in mental health claims, as ever… Pickering was Group Chief Executive for Irwin Mitchell, 2011-14.

 

Nicholas Wilson is Lord Wilson and since 2011 has been a Justice of the Supreme Court. Between 2005 and 2011 Wilson was a Lord Justice of Appeal. Wilson has been a specialist in family law throughout his career. Nicholas Wilson’s father Roderick Wilson was a naval officer who later taught languages at the Royal Naval College in Dartmouth. Lord Wilson’s wife Margaret is a barrister, a member of Middle Temple along with Ronnie.

When Lord Wilson’s son Matthew was at Eton he was editor of the ‘Eton Chronicle’. Matthew wanted to interview Bill Wyman, who was a former client of Lord Wilson’s, so his dad asked Bill Wyman and Wyman was not only happy to oblige but was happy to do yet another interview a few days later when it transpired that the first one hadn’t recorded. Lord Wilson described Wyman’s willingness to help as ‘wonderful’.

Bill Wyman’s former wife Mandy Smith no longer describes Bill Wyman as wonderful. Mandy has given interviews claiming that she was so young when she became involved with Wyman that she had no idea how exploitative the relationship was. Wyman began a relationship with Mandy when she was 13 and they married when she was 16.

I wonder if Nicholas’s mate Bill Wyman knows anything about the mental health patient who was in Bethesda for years visibly starving and homeless – after being refused ‘services’ because she was ‘very difficult’ and everyone in the mental health services were ‘fed up with her’ – who swore blind that she used to be a groupie and had sex with Mick Jagger.

Nicholas Wilson owns racehorses. Just like Ronnie’s father-in-law.

 

Lord Leverhulme will have been Philip, the 3rd Viscount Leverhulme. He was a former Senior Steward of the Jockey Club, 1973-76 and Lord Lieutenant of the City and County of Chester from 1949-90. For many years Philip Lever was advisory director of Unilever, the company founded by his grandfather – the company which provided Professor Fergus Lowe with an enormous quantity of dosh to fund the School of Psychology at Bangor University. Fungus built his empire by overthrowing the influence of Dafydd in the University in the late 1980s and then using his knowledge of Dafydd’s crimes to hold a gun to the heads of those who had been complicit with Dafydd. Philip Lever continued in the Lever family’s philanthropic tradition as a Trustee of the Leverhulme Trust. He was Chancellor of Liverpool University, 1980-93. The Liverpool University which trained Dafydd and trained and employed many of his fellow crooks. Philip Lever was Chancellor in 1987 when Dafydd told me that he was friends with a Professor Richard someone or other and that if I dropped my complaint about him, he would have a word with Professor Richard and I would be guaranteed a place to study medicine at Liverpool. Just like that. I was so gobsmacked that to my eternal regret the surname of the corrupt Professor did not register and I have no idea who he was.

Little wonder that Fungus was able to bag all that dosh from Unilever.

Philip Lever was long associated with the Animal Health Trust, the veterinary research establishment at Lanwades Hall, near Newmarket; by the time he retired as chairman in 1989, he had given 25 years’ service. In 1980, Lever had been closely involved in negotiating a surcharge of 25p, for the benefit of the Trust, on every horse entered for a race – some 400,000 a year.

Philip Lever was educated at Eton and Trinity College, Cambridge and during the Second World War served in the Middle East with the Cheshire Yeomanry, of which he later became Honorary Colonel. He inherited Thornton Manor, the family seat in the Wirral and estates of 11,000 acres. A keen shot, in 1954 Lever bought the 22,000-acre Badanloch estate, with a deer forest and grouse moors in Sutherland.

Lever was Chairman of the Governors of Bolton School, 1949-90.

Philip Lever was Honorary Air Commodore of two Auxiliary Air Force squadrons, 663 and 610 (County of Chester), and Honorary Colonel of the Queen’s Own Yeomanry from 1979-81.

 

As part of his tour of the paedophiles’ friends, Ronnie went on a trip to Cardiff Arms Park – the rugby stadium – as a guest of Henry Lewis. Ronnie’s mate Tasker Watkins was a rugby enthusiast and was President of the Welsh Rugby Union, 1993-2004 and also honorary life Vice-Patron.

During his tour of Wales, Ronnie sat with the paedophiles’ friend Lord Justice Roch (see post ‘Cry, The Beloved Country’) and Justice Bennett. (In 2008 Justice Bennett presided over the divorce case of Paul McCartney and Heather Mills and declared Mills to be completely bonkers.) During that particular excursion Ronnie also managed to rub noses with the paedophiles’ friend Lord Gareth Williams QC (see post ‘People With Energy’) and John Griffith Williams QC, who was the treasurer of the Chester and Wales Circuit, 1993-95 and then leader of the Circuit, 1996-98. Griffith Williams became a High Court judge in 2007. Ronnie also bumped into Eleanor Lawson QC and Sir Stephen Brown.

Sir Stephen Brown’s parents lived in Staffordshire. He was educated at Malvern College and Queen’s College, Cambridge. Brown served in the RNVR as a Lieutenant, 1943-46, alongside so many paedophiles’ friends. He became a barrister at the Inner Temple in 1949 and became Treasurer in 1994. Brown was Deputy Chairman of Staffordshire Quarter Sessions, 1963-97 and Recorder of West Bromwich from 1965-71. He was a Recorder, and Honorary Recorder of West Bromwich from 1972–75, was a High Court judge in the Family Division, 1975–77, and in the Queen’s Bench Division, 1977–83. Brown was Presiding Judge of the Midland and Oxford Circuit, 1977-81.

So Brown was working in Staffordshire and the west Midlands whilst the paedophile gang that operated in Staffordshire was busy, whilst the notoriously corrupt West Midlands Serious Crime Squad caused havoc and whilst children from the West Midlands were sent to north Wales children’s homes.

Brown was appointed a Lord Justice of Appeal (1983–88) and President of the Family Division (1988–99). On 19 Nov 1992, he delivered the landmark ruling that doctors treating Tony Bland, who had been in a persistent vegetative state since suffering serious brain damage in the  Hillsborough disaster more than three years earlier, could withdraw the food and treatment which were keeping him alive. Treatment was ultimately withdrawn on 22 Feb 1993, after the Lords rejected an appeal by the Official Solicitor. Mr Bland died on 3 March 1993.

Brown was a member of the Parole Board,1967-71, of the Butler Committee on mentally abnormal offenders, 1972 -75 and of the Advisory Council on Penal System in 1977. He was Chairman of the Advisory Committee on Conscientious Objectors, 1971-75. He was Chairman of the Council of Malvern College, 1976-94.

In Jan 2009, Stephen Brown became a member of the Advisory Committee of Children’s Rights International. He has served as President of Edgbaston High School and the Malvernian Society.

Sir Stephen – a verray parfit gentil knight.

 

On his Grand Tour, Ronnie shared judge’s lodgings in Liverpool with Heather Steel and dear old Brenda Hale, now the President of the Supreme Court.

 

Ronnie had other opportunities to spend time with yet more people who had links to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal as well, because Ronnie doubled up as President of the Llangollen International Eisteddfod in Llangollen, 1993-97. A number of those associated with Clwyd County Council in particular have played key roles in the International Eisteddfod. Ronnie took over the presidency from his own friend and indeed the paedophiles’ friend, Lord Emlyn Hooson.

 

I do not have a problem with the International Eisteddfod, indeed I have attended it myself. It is impressive and international and attracts a lot of interesting people. But there have been a number of scandals regarding the organising of the Eisteddfod in the past – Eisteddfodau on that scale do not come cheap and some people found some unorthodox and creative ways of helping to fund them. Beata Brookes, the former Tory MEP who was at the hub of Dafydd and the paedophiles (see post ‘The Celtic Iron Lady’ and Yet More Recent History’) found that by donating some of her land for the use of the International Eisteddfod, some of the wheels of her business interests were oiled.

Whilst Ronnie was President, the Chairman of the International Eisteddfod was retired solicitor H. Gethin Davies. Gethin Davies had been involved with the International Eisteddfod for decades. The cosy relationship between the organisers of the International Eisteddfod and the local authorities was illustrated by Gethin’s 2015 account of how the International Eisteddfod’s Royal International Pavilion was developed. Until 1992 when the Queen opened the new Royal International Pavilion, the event was held in a huge marquee. Gethin explained: ‘In 1958 they bought the fields where the event is held today for £12,000 which was a large sum but it’s turned out to be a very good piece of business. They leased part of it to the old Denbighshire Council with the proviso it be available for the Eisteddfod. We raised £500,000 and the Council successfully applied for £3 million of European money which paid for the Royal International Pavilion’.

Gethin’s wife, Eulanwy, was in 2009 appointed a lifetime Vice-President of the International Eisteddfod, along with Ronnie, Emlyn Hooson and past International Eisteddfod Chairman Dudley Richards.

 

When Arwel Hughes became music director in 1977, an administrative base for the music department was needed. Eulanwy was drafted in to set up the department. She was appointed music administrator 10 years later and in 2002 she served as music director for two years. Eulanwy’s award was presented by Mervyn Cousins, Eisteddfod Executive Director.

Arwel Hughes was born in Rhosllannerchrugog near Wrexham and was educated at Ruabon Grammar School and the Royal College of Music. Following his studies at the RCM, Hughes became organist at the church of St Philip and St James, Oxford and in 1935 returned to Wales to join the staff of the BBC’s music department.

Hughes became Head of Music at BBC Wales in 1965, holding the post until his retirement in 1971. He organised the music for the Investiture of Prince Charles. Hughes was Honorary Music Director of the Llangollen International Eisteddfod, 1978-86.

For many years Arwel Hughes conducted performances by the Welsh National Opera and his own two operas were produced by WNO in 1953 and 1960.

Hughes was the father of the Welsh orchestral conductor Owain Arwel Hughes. Owain Arwel Hughes’s son Geraint Hughes is the former sports correspondent for BBC News and now works for Sky Sports.

 

Ronnie was also mates with Roy Bohana, a ‘veteran Music Director of the Eisteddfod’. Roy Bohana was the Deputy Director of the Arts Council for Wales and was a close friend of Professor William Mathias, ‘one of Wales’s greatest composers’. Mathias was Professor and Head of Music at UCNW, 1970-88, when the institution was run by the paedophiles’ friends. I was told by a former student of Mathias’s that he was sexually exploiting the female students at Bangor.

Praise the Lord, we’re a musical nation.

William Mathias was a member of the Arts Council. The big posh one in England, as opposed to the Arts Council for Wales.

Roy Bohana’s wife Liliana was killed in a car crash in Bulgaria when she returned there (her home country) on a visit in Aug 2001. I mentioned in my post ‘Cry, The Beloved Country’ that people who knew Ronnie Waterhouse did have a penchant for dying in unfortunate circumstances whilst he held that Inquiry or just after.

Roy Bohana lives in Llandaff and is an Honorary Fellow of the Royal Welsh College of Music and Drama.

 

Ronnie was no remote President of the International Eisteddfod. Anecdotes from Ronnie’s tenure abound of him being seen out and about, pleasing the crowds. He met Prince Charles and Bryn Terfel. Ronnie also managed to get Luciano Pavarotti to the International Eisteddfod which delighted everyone.

Whilst Ronnie was President, one of the turns at the Eisteddfod was the Spanish soprano, Montserrat Caballe. For reasons which Ronnie doesn’t explain in his book, she had to be paid 20k in cash before leaving Wales for Hamburg by a privately chartered aeroplane. In order to access the cash, the bank had to had to open on a Sunday. Fortunately that was possible because the manager of the bank concerned was treasurer of the International Eisteddfod. I’m fairly sure that under Sunday trading legislation, banks are not allowed to open on Sunday. Furthermore, as a Congregationalist lay preacher whose family were awarded a certificate for 100 years of abstinence from alcohol, Ronnie would have known all about observing the Lord’s day.

Ronnie ensuring that the bank could open on the Sabbath so that Montserrat Caballe could be given 20k in used fivers reminded me of a quip from a Hergest patient when Dafydd was interviewed in a local newspaper and was quoted as saying that ‘my children say their prayers every night and I’m rather proud of that’. The Hergest patient commented that ‘pride’s a sin’.

As Ronnie, is avarice. And indeed lust.

This is a picture of the 1909 painting ‘The Worship of Mammon’ by Evelyn de Morgan:

Praise the Lord, we’re a musical nation…

Ronnie was well-acquainted with the bank and building society managers and insurance agents of north Wales anyway. As a judge he used to be invited to the annual dinners held by the solicitors in Wales, who would also invite the bank and building society managers and the insurance agents.

 

There are some victims of the paedophiles’ friends who have found themselves seriously shafted by banks and their associates. Such events are not historical. I know well a man who is hated by the north Wales mental health services nearly as much as I am. This man ran a business for thirty years and he ran it very well, but some five years ago he had horrific financial difficulties which very nearly bankrupted him. He traced the problem to something illegal that a local bank manager in Gwynedd had done with regard to a business loan which set my friend on the path to near ruination. My friend approached local solicitor after local solicitor, but he found that the mess got worse and worse and each solicitor seemed to advise him very badly. My friend was then contacted by an old university friend of his who had long ago left for another country but was visiting the UK for a while – he was a solicitor. Horrified at finding my friend nearly bankrupt, seriously ill and being refused all NHS care, the lawyer started trawling through the documentation. His conclusion was that everyone involved had broken the law in fundamental ways and had given my friend advice that no sensible lawyer would have. He also concluded that at least some of the people involved were colluding with each other, there was no other explanation.

Every ‘professional’ involved – except for the visitor from Australia – was from Gwynedd. They were all in late middle age and were employed in well-established Gwynedd businesses. Gwynedd County Council also had a hand in the mess.

 

There are a few more nuggets in Ronnie’s book re the Waterhouse Inquiry. My post ‘The Waterhouse Tribunal – Who Was Involved And What Happened To Them Subsequently?’ details the backgrounds of many of those involved in the Inquiry, but there are a few further salient facts that I gleaned from Ronnie’s book.

 

Morris le Fleming was a member of Ronnie’s Inquiry panel. Le Fleming was the former Chief Executive of Herefordshire County Council. Not only did Herefordshire and Worcestershire Social Services at one time employ high profile paedophiles’ friend David Tombs as their Director (see post ‘Another Episode Of Friends…’), but since 1985 Ronnie had owned a country house in Herefordshire. Whilst conducting the Inquiry, Ronnie spent the week in judges lodgings in Mold and returned to Herefordshire or Middle Temple at weekends.

Social work academic, advisor and paedophile Peter Righton lived in Herefordshire whilst Ronnie had his country home there.

Le Fleming had ‘already sat on a similar (but non-statutory) inquiry in Leicestershire. So that will be the Leicestershire which had a major problem with a paedophile ring over decades, nearly all members of which were never prosecuted – including, it is alleged, barrister and Labour politician Lord Greville Janner. Following the jailing of social worker Frank Beck in Nov 1991 and the subsequent Kirkwood Inquiry, it was admitted that the Leicestershire Police had been inexplicably negligent and that complaints of child abuse had simply been ignored repeatedly. The Leicestershire gang were being concealed by people in Leicester University and in the City Council (see post ‘Radical Leicester And Some More Free Radicals’) and by the NHS. In 1987, the mental health services in Leicester concealed the wrongdoing of Dafydd and the paedophiles (see post ‘An Expert From England’).

 

The third member of Ronnie’s panel was Margaret Clough, ‘a highly experienced former social services inspector with roots in Cheshire’. Ah, so that would be the Cheshire which formed an integral part of the Cheshire/north Wales paedophile ring. The Cheshire which had previously employed as social workers Lucille Hughes and Margaret Hanson as well as many other fun people and in which one of John Allen’s children’s homes was located. The Cheshire which contains Chester, the location of the corrupt solicitors, barristers and judges who concealed the Cheshire/north Wales paedophile ring. The Chester for which Sir Peter Morrison was the Tory MP, 1974-92. The Chester which had a branch of CHE which was alleged to be a front for paedophilia, a member of which was convicted for abusing boys in care in north Wales. The Chester which had a City of Chester Conservative Party Association, the President of which was the Duke of Westminster, Gerald Cavendish Grosvenor. It was Gerald Cavendish Grosvenor’s ancestor who bequeathed the land upon which the original St George’s Hospital (at Hyde Park Corner) was built.

Fortunately for Margaret Clough – and probably for the Duke of Westminster as well – Cheshire was not part of Ronnie’s Inquiry. One of the many reasons for which the Inquiry was criticised was that it only considered the abuse of children in care whilst they were in north Wales. So if children were being taken to other locations to be abused – for example Chester – Ronnie refused to investigate that.

The Waterhouse Inquiry investigated – or indeed failed to investigate – 85 children’s homes. That is a great many children’s homes to be located in two rural counties where great swathes of the countryside are sparsely populated hills and mountains. Ronnie asked no questions about why the children in care business was so prevalent in north Wales.

Ronnie’s Inquiry was given ‘9,500 unsorted children’s files’. Were they perhaps unsorted because as with previous investigations the police and local authorities had refused to co-operate with sorting them? Not that it mattered – nearly all of those files were destroyed in the not-at-all suspicious warehouse fire which occurred shortly after the Waterhouse Inquiry opened. No wonder no-one wasted their time sorting those files. Ronnie was also given 3,500 statements to the police, as well as ‘other records of the former County Councils’. 12,000 documents were scanned into the Tribunal’s database. Ronnie was provided with a team of 30 paralegals under the supervision of senior solicitors.

Interviews with 400 potential witnesses were conducted by ‘persons with appropriate experience’ – former police officers from forces outside of North Wales. Presumably other parts of Wales, Birmingham, Greater Manchester, Liverpool, Cheshire, Derbyshire, Leicester, the Met and other forces which had dealings and connections with the North Wales Police and who were known to have colluded with the abuse of children in north Wales.

 

Not only were the former residents of children’s homes in north Wales grilled by aggressive barristers at the Waterhouse Inquiry and then smeared by Ronnie, but so was the whistleblowing social worker from Gwynedd, Alison Taylor, who spent four days in the witness box at the Tribunal.

Waterhouse barely acknowledged Alison’s existence until the occasion on which he asked her, for some unfathomable reason, if she was married when her daughter was born. Alison replied that she wasn’t. Alison then explained that her daughter ‘is adopted’. Alison gave evidence to the Tribunal in Oct 1997.

When Richard Webster wrote his ‘New Statesman’ article and then his book about Bryn Estyn which trashed Alison (see post ‘Cottaging At Castle Gate’), Webster used Alison’s comment to suggest that she was an unmarried mother who had experienced great difficulty in establishing any sort of career. Webster also falsely asserted that before working for Gwynedd County Council, Alison had drifted from one short-term part-time job to another. At the time of writing that, Webster had Alison’s full employment record, which showed continuous full-time employment from 1969 onwards in social work and probation. In his book, Webster referred again to Alison’s daughter in a footnote, claiming that Alison had told Waterhouse that her daughter ‘was adopted’, thus creating a very different impression…

Webster also stated that Alison’s son was born shortly after his father and she married, implying that Alison was pregnant when the marriage took place.  Her son was born over two years later.

These sort of techniques are routinely employed to discredit whistleblowers in NHS and social care. Academic analyses of health and welfare scandals have demonstrated that it is absolutely standard practice (see post ‘All The Ingredients Of A Scandal?’). Such methods were used to discredit me by every ‘independent’ opinion and ‘expert witness’ that I encountered – it was done in their capacity of ‘examining a nutter’, but of course I was a highly qualified nutter who had made some very, very serious allegations about Dafydd and the paedophiles. Documents in my possession demonstrate that Dafydd et al were involved in even more serious crime than I had alleged and that every ‘independent’ opinion was fully aware of the scale of that crime and also knew that they were lying about me. Is that not correct Robert Kehoe (see posts ‘An Expert In Resistant Service Users’ and ‘A Very Succinct E Mail From A Reader’)?

 

It is surprising that no-one was prosecuted as a result of Ronnie’s Inquiry? Not really – because all witnesses who could have been charged with abuse of children were given legal indemnity, as were all members of the Tribunal.

I really am thick sometimes – I have spent a long time wondering why Lucille Hughes ever co-operated with the Inquiry, as Lucille is not known for her social responsibility. I also wondered why Ronnie ever bothered to name Lucille as someone who knew that a paedophile gang was in operation in north Wales but failed to act. Why were Lucille’s many years of loyal service to Dafydd and the paedophiles betrayed thus? Er – perhaps because the one person against whom there was overwhelming evidence was Lucille Hughes? Lucille was given the perfect escape route – all she had to do was turn up to the Inquiry as a witness and she would be granted immunity from prosecution. Then she could ‘retire’ within hours of the Report being published, Ronnie would have made a token gesture at giving her a spanking and she could go and join Dafydd on the Board of CAIS. Dafydd and CAIS had been given the contract for providing substance abuse services the year before the Waterhouse Inquiry was announced, so it was guaranteed that business would be booming.

Lucille and Dafydd ‘retired’ over 20 years ago – Dafydd still Chairs CAIS and Lucille is still a Trustee. CAIS is an enormous organisation now and it has expanded into providing ‘services’ for the homeless, ‘work experience’, ‘services’ for addicted Top Docs, ‘psychological therapies’ and much more.

 

Ronnie’s book states that the ‘overall guidance’ for the Tribunal was provided by the Treasury solicitor, on the nomination of the Attorney General. During the summer of 1996, before the Tribunal began, Ronnie had ‘numerous meetings with solicitors and the legal advisor to the Welsh Office, David Lambert, as well as meetings with the Solicitor General, the Attorney General, the Treasury Solicitor and Permanent Secretary at the Welsh Office Rachel Lomax’ (see posts ‘So Who Was It Exactly Who Appointed The Corrupt Old Bastard?’ and ‘Cottaging At Castle Gate’ for details about Lomax). The Solicitor General at the time was Sir Derek Spencer and the Attorney General was Sir Nicholas Lyell.

So the fine legal brains who came up with the Cunning Plan to ensure that a bunch of gangsters would never be prosecuted and would remain in business despite retirement and a Judicial Inquiry were, it would seem, David Lambert, Derek Spencer and Nicholas Lyell.

 

The four major incarnations of Baldrick; Top left: Series 1, Top right:Series 2, Bottom Left: Series 3 and Bottom Right: Series 4.

 

David Lambert is now a Fellow of Cardiff Law School and the Registrar of the Diocese of Llandaff.

Sir Derek Spencer QC was born in Clitheroe, Lancashire and he was educated at Eton and Keble College, Oxford. He served as a lieutenant in the King’s Own Regiment from 1954-56. He became a barrister in 1961 and took silk in 1980. Spencer is a Master of the Bench, Gray’s Inn.

Spencer was elected as the Tory MP for Leicester South in 1983, by just seven votes. He lost the seat back to the Labour candidate Jim Marshall in 1987 – Marshall had previously held the seat since 1974. Marshall lectured at Leicester Poly (now De Montfort University), 1968-74 and was elected to Leicester City Council in 1971. He became leader of Leicester City Council in 1973. Marshall knew about the paedophile ring in Leicestershire. Marshall’s political career began in Leeds City Council, 1965-69. Now then, now then, that sounds to me like a man who probably knew about Sir Jimmy…

Marshall was an assistant whip, 1977-79, in Callaghan’s Gov’t. In opposition, he was assistant Home Affairs Spokesman, 1982-83 and Deputy Shadow Spokesman on N Ireland, 1987-92. In 1992, he voted for Bryan Gould in the Labour leadership election which followed the resignation of the Windbag. The new Labour leader John Smith dispensed with Marshall’s services. Marshall’s supported Margaret Beckett in the Labour leadership election which followed John Smith’s death. His constituency work on immigration and benefit problems won him strong personal support among local voters. Labour Party Chairman Ian McCartney described Marshall as ‘a hard-working and dedicated member of Parliament who spoke up for his Leicester constituents and did a great deal to help to transform their communities and the opportunities open to them’. Unless they were kids in care who were being molested of course.

 

Sir Derek Spencer – who could hardly have missed the Leicestershire paedophile ring himself –  was elected for the marginal Brighton Pavilion seat in 1992, when he was knighted and appointed Solicitor-General by John Major. Days after Spencer won Brighton Pavilion, five witnesses to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal were burnt to death as a result of a firebomb attack on a building in Brighton (see post ‘The Silence Of The Welsh Lambs’).

As Solicitor General Spencer represented the Gov’t in several significant cases, including Wingrove v UK (1997) regarding the application of blasphemy law under the Human Rights Act.

 

Sir Nicholas Lyell was the son of High Court judge Sir Maurice Lyell and sculptor/designer Veronica Luard. Lyell was educated at Wellesley House School in Broadstairs – Ted Heath country – and at Stowe School. His mother died when he was young and his father married the widowed Kitty, Lady Farrar, younger daughter of 1st Viscount Runciman. Lyell went to Christ Church, Oxford, where he was a member of the Bullingdon Club. After National Service with the Royal Artillary he became a lawyer. Lyell trained his stepmother’s family’s firm, Walter Runciman and Co, and was called to the Bar at Inner Temple in 1965. He served his pupillage with Gordon Slynn.

Lyell was elected Tory MP for Hemel Hempstead in 1979, then for Mid Bedfordshire from 1983. He moved to North East Bedforshire at the 1997 General Election.

Lyell was Solicitor-General, 1987-92 under Thatcher. Which was whilst all that serious crime in on the part of Dafydd and the paedophiles in north Wales went unchallenged.

As well as being Attorney General for England and Wales under John Major, 1992-97, Lyell was Attorney General for N Ireland for the same period. Lyell was knighted in 1987 – as havoc broke out in north Wales when Mary Wynch, Alison Taylor and I all came forward with evidence which remained uninvestigated.

Sir Nicholas stood down as an MP at the June 2001 General Election. By which time Ronnie had published his cover-up so skilfully engineered by Lyell et al.

Commenting on Lyell’s retirement as an MP, Conservative Party Chairman Michael Ancram said:

 

As for old Ronnie, after Chairing the Waterhouse Inquiry, although it was indeed a case of retirement – along with Lucille! – he had more to offer. As indeed did Lucille. Ronnie became the Patron of ‘Voices From Care (Cymru)’ and ‘kept in touch’ with their CEO Deborah Jones. ‘Voices from Care (Cymu)’ became embroiled in much scandal when one of the members later helped themselves to the funds. I’m not sure that someone dipping into the coffers was the most monstrous aspect of an organisation run by the paedophiles’ friends who invited the biggest paedophiles’ friend of all to be their Patron. ‘Voices from Care’ still has an internet presence and its website mentions its ‘partners’ which are other organisations such as ‘Children in Wales’. ‘Children in Wales’ also seems to be run by paedophiles’ friends, as I expect is every other organisation with which ‘Children in Wales’ is linked.

Ronnie continued to dispense his wisdom at events such as a training seminar in Kent in 2001 and the Barnardo’s national conference in 2007.

 

Ronnie is not alone in having been a very inappropriate choice for an appointment as a High Court judge in the Family Division. Ronnie’s book mentions that Sir John Arnold, the one time Presiding judge of the Family Division experienced embarrassment when his wife ‘ran off to Canada’, but it was all kept very quiet. One wonder what Lady Arnold ran away from…

 

Having done such a splendid job in north Wales, after the Waterhouse Inquiry was over, Ronnie’s talents were immediately called upon again to Chair the Independent Supervisory Authority on Hunting, hunting being a minefield for Blair’s Gov’t.

When Ronnie was addressing peers regarding the private members bill opposing hunting he met a face from his past, Lord Benjamin Mancroft. In 1975 Ronnie was hearing a case at Bristol – a Benjamin Mancroft, son of Lord Stormont Mancroft, had been involved in a car crash in which the other driver had been killed. Benjamin was unable to remember a thing about the accident, having suffered a head injury. Lord Mancroft attended the hearing every day and Ronnie remembered that Lord Mancroft glared at him such that Ronnie felt quite intimidated. Ronnie subsequently concluded that the accident was the fault of the deceased and found for the plaintiff, Benjamin Mancroft – who was at the time whipper-in for the Portman Hunt.

Ronnie was delighted to meet up with Benjamin again in the Lords many years later, after Benjamin had succeeded his father’s title. Ronnie noticed that Benjamin looked very well and hadn’t suffered any long term effects from his head injury.

 

Benjamin Mancroft was educated at Eton and sits as a Tory in the Lords. He was Director of Phoenix House Housing Association, 199-96 and Vice-Chairman, 1992-96. He was Deputy Chair of the British Field Sports Society, 1992-97, President of the Alliance of Independent Retailers from 1996 -2000 and was Chair of the Drug and Alcohol Foundation, 1994-05. Mancroft was Director of the Countryside Alliance, 1997, Vice-Chair 2005, Chair 2013-15. He has been chair of the Standing Conference on Countryside Sports & Wildlife Management since 2009 and Chair of the Masters of Foxhounds Association since 2014. Mancroft has been President of the Lotteries Council since 2005.

Mancroft was Chair of Inter Lotto (UK) Ltd, 1995-04; Chair of  Scratch-n-Win Lotteries, 1995-98; Director of St Martin’s Magazines plc, 1995 -05;  Director and Vice-Chair of Rok Mobile Ltd, 2003-07; Rok Corporation since 2003 and Vice-President of Rok Mobile Inc, 2007-12. From 2006-09, Mancroft was Chair of New Media Lottery Services PLC. He was Director of DJI Holdings Ltd (PLC 2015) 2008-16, Chair 2008 – 13; Director of BNN Technology PLC, 2015 (Chair 2016-17), Chair PYX Financial Group, 2013 -15 and Chair of Landtrader (UK & Ireland) Ltd from 2017.

 

In Feb 2008, Mancroft was at the centre of a truly impressive row after he claimed that the NHS Angels who had treated him at the Royal United Hospital in Bath were ‘grubby, drunken and promiscuous’. Mancroft claimed to have heard them talking about getting pissed as well as their sex lives whilst he was laid up on their ward. The world was incandescent, politicians insulted Mancroft and much was made of the fact that he had been to Eton, was a peer and had experienced drug problems in the past. Mancroft refused to apologise and maintained that he had witnessed disgraceful standards of nursing. He did however have to retreat from public view as the abuse rained down on him.

I do not know Benjamin Mancroft and I do not know the Royal United Bath Hospital. I suspect that I would not admire some of the things that Mancroft has done in his life and I’m not very impressed with all his business interests in gambling scams which fleece the people who can spare the money least. However, if he saw bad nursing, he has every right to speak about it, regardless of which school he attended or what his title is.

I have witnessed Angels conducting themselves exactly as Lord Mancroft described and on more than one occasion. Not all Angels do so, there are some excellent Angels, but people need to stop deluding themselves that all Angels are as pure as the driven snow. I witnessed Angels doing far worse than Benjamin Mancroft described and in return I was subjected to a character assassination and attempts to imprison me on the grounds of the perjury of Top Docs, Angels and social workers. So Benjamin Mancroft can be ignored and insulted because he’s an Eton-educated Tory peer. I, like others I know, was ignored and insulted because I is a service user. So who is going to be listened to when bad nursing is witnessed?

 

Not only can Ronnie’s whitewash of an Inquiry not be attributed to his ignorance of the criminals involved in the abuse of children in north Wales – Ronnie was a personal friend or colleague of many of them, he knew exactly what sort of people they were – but Ronnie was not naive about organised crime. Ronnie had been involved in cases of financial crime – in one such case, two junior barristers called Cherie Booth and Tony Blair were involved – and years previously, in 1972, Ronnie was in Singapore prosecuting corrupt stockbrokers. What did Ronnie do when he dropped into Singapore? He dined with the Prime Minister, Lee Kuan Yew, who was an honoury bencher in same Inn of Court as Ronnie, Middle Temple. Ronnie’s association with Lee Kuan Tew led to more work in Singapore for Ronnie. Ronnie was also friends with Attorney General Tan Boon Teik, who became the Chairman of Singapore’s International Court of Arbritration.

 

Ronnie was involved in a case in the UK in the early 1970s which occurred as a result of the Mafia targeting gambling clubs in London. Ronnie made it clear in his autobiography that he knew that this was a case involving serious organised crime, but somehow Ronnie and his colleagues weren’t quite as effective at dealing with the Mafia as one would hope that they would have been. Ronnie admitted that the Mafia were controlling virtually all the gambling clubs in London. One of the junior barristers working on the case was later found dead in a swimming pool in Singapore when he was working on a case out there with Ronnie.

 

Ronnie presided over the 1992 libel trial brought by Wafic Said, the arms dealer who founded the Said Business School at Oxford University in 1996. Said was close to Prince Khalid bin Sultan of the Saudi Arabian Royal Family, thus Said played an important role in a number of big arms deals between Saudi Arabia and Britain, including the Al-Yamamah deal in 1985. The defendant was an ‘Arab of very small means’, Misbah Baki, who had written a letter to Prince Khalid accusing Said of breaking his word. Said maintained that this was highly defamatory and sued him. Baki defended himself at the hearing and wanted to call evidence from the ex-Chairman of another arms dealer regarding the Al-Yamamah agreement signed by Thatch. The ex-Chairman concerned was the man who had given evidence to a Commons select committee that there were inappropriate links between Thatch, Mark Thatcher and Said. Ronnie ruled the evidence inadmissible and smugly explains in his book that ‘the public were denied the pleasure of hearing further irrelevant gossip’. If only Ronnie had taken the same view when the barristers defending a gang of paedophiles at the Waterhouse Inquiry smeared every witness who stated that children in north Wales had been horribly abused for decades.

Said won his libel action but Ronnie was shocked at the jury’s assessment of £400,000 damages, which was well beyond the plaintiff’s means, as were the plaintiff’s legal costs. Ronnie states in his book that he didn’t know what happened subsequently. Mr Baki was probably kipping in a nightshelter, but at least Thatch didn’t have to suffer anymore embarrassment regarding Stinker’s business activities with arms dealers which she had facilitated.

 

 

At the time of the Waterhouse Inquiry, University of Wales, Bangor (as Bangor University was called at the time) was still dominated by the paedophiles’ friends and of course Ronnie’s best friend from school, Prof J. Gwynne Williams, held a very senior position there himself (see post ‘Cry, The Beloved Country’). A new Vice-Chancellor had been appointed the year before William Hague announced that a public inquiry would be held into the abuse of children in care in north Wales, but it is obvious from Ronnie’s book that the decision to hold that Inquiry and appoint Ronnie to Chair it was taken before Ronnie had a chance to retire in 1995 as originally planned.

The new Vice-Chancellor which Bangor acquired in 1995 was Professor Roy Evans, who remained as VC until ill health forced him to retire in 2004. Roy Evans was very unpopular among many of the University staff and I was told that he toadied to the paedophiles’ friends in senior positions in local authorities and other institutions. It made Evans’s life easy, but it was considered to have caused great harm to the University. The euphemism that was used by Evans was that he wanted the University to ‘work with the community’. Sadly the community was run by the paedophiles’ friends and I was told that Evans would not resist their demands in any way.

It was under Roy Evans that the laughable School of Healthcare Sciences was established, which employed as nurse tutors and ‘academics’ scores of abusive Angels from the north Wales NHS, including some from the North Wales Hospital Denbigh (see post ‘Cry, The Beloved Country’). Standards were dreadful and students were having terrible experiences, but it was all swept under the carpet amidst reassurances that everything and everyone was ‘excellent’.

It was also when Roy Evans was VC that Bangor Normal/Coleg Normal, the teacher training college, merged with the University. Bangor Normal was peopled by as many, if not more, paedophiles’ friends than the University. When I was doing my PhD I was told that there had been great resentment after the merger because it had been discovered that the former Principal of Bangor Normal had somehow managed to thrash out a deal with the University authorities which left people who had held senior roles at Coleg Normal with very much higher salaries than their peers in the University, despite their lack of research experience. So how did someone who had led an institution full of paedophiles’ friends get Roy Evans to agree to that?

It was Roy Evans who provided a home in Bangor University for Meri Huws, who was a bedfellow of many who ended up in the National Assembly for Wales and had also been a community social worker for Gwynedd Social Services – in the community which housed Ty’r Felin, the children’s home in Bangor where children were severely abused and trafficked to Dolphin Square in London and other locations (see post ‘Are You Local?’). Meri was appointed Head of a Dept in the University, with over one hundred staff, but by the time that she’d finished with the Dept some six years later there was nothing left but a stack of workplace bullying complaints. Meri had previously been employed at Coleg Normal, following her glorious years in Gwynedd Social Services…

Roy Evans came from Ceredigion and was a graduate of Swansea University. He spent 26 years at Cardiff University, where he became Professor of Civil and Structural Engineering. Evans served as Deputy Principal at Cardiff University for four years before his appointment as VC of Bangor. He was a Welsh Supernumerary Fellow of Jesus College, Oxford for the academic year 1998/9. So Roy Evans was Of The Paedophiles’ Friends.

 

The VC of Bangor before Roy Evans was Professor Eric Sunderland. I mentioned Eric Sunderland in my post ‘A Vampire In Glyndwr University!’. Eric took over from paedophiles’ friend Sir Charles Evans as VC in 1984. Eric was not aggressive and confrontational like Sir Charles; neither did he make a point of declaring war on Welsh speakers. By the time that Eric Sunderland retired, the official story was that he had been a successful VC, had healed many of the rifts caused by Charles Evans and was a generally well-liked and well-respected man. One of those from the past described Eric to me as ‘an officer and a gentleman’. Eric Sunderland took over as VC just before I graduated and I met him again years later at a University function – he was very nice to chat with, he wasn’t a rude pompous git like so many.

I was told by a number of people that Eric Sunderland and his wife felt greatly snubbed because Eric wasn’t given a knighthood. People at Bangor used to wonder whether Eric had enemies in high places that no-one knew about. In my post ‘A Vampire At Glyndwr University!’ I speculated that Eric didn’t get a knightood because he wasn’t a paedophiles’ friend. Sadly I have had to revise my opinion of Professor Sunderland. It would appear that he was fully on board the bandwagon with the paedophiles’ friends.

Before Eric retired as VC, he was appointed Chairman of the Local Boundary Commission. He held the role from 1994-01. So Eric was one of those who decided that Clwyd County Council would disappear in a puff of smoke in 1996, days after the Jillings Report into the abuse of children in the care of Clwyd County Council since 1974 was submitted (see post ‘It’s A Piece Of Cake…’). One of Eric’s partners in crime who assisted in this piece of witchcraft was Ronnie’s mate John Griffith Williams QC, who was assistant commissioner to the Local Gov’t Boundary Commission, 1994-2000.

So Eric was appointed Chairman of the Boundary Commission at a most fortuitous time. He also retired at a most fortuitous time as well, in terms of a key ally of the paedophiles who wanted to continue to look like Mr Clean. No-one ever told me why Eric retired as VC. He remained fit and healthy until shortly before he died in 2010 and he continued in public life and remained deeply involved with Bangor University until his final years. It wasn’t as if he was knackered and put out to grass. Furthermore, Eric and his wife continued to live on Anglesey, they didn’t move away from north Wales.

Eric clocked up a few other roles in north Wales that are usually only given to paedophiles’ friends. He was High Sheriff of Gwynedd, 1998-99 and Lord Lieutenant, 1999-2006. In addition Eric was a member of the Welsh Language Education Development Committee, 1987-94, the British Council, 1990-2001, the Court of Governors of the National Museum of Wales, 1991-94 and the Broadcasting Council for Wales, 1996-2000.

Eric Sunderland was Chairman of the Welsh Chamber Orchestra, Vice-President of the Welsh Music Guild, Patron of Artworks Wales and Chairman of the Gregynog Press in the 1980s.

Eric’s obituary in the Indie stated that ‘Few who witnessed the results of the referendum on Welsh Devolution late on the night of 18 September 1997 will forget the evident relish with which Professor Eric Sunderland, the Chief Counting Officer, announced that the Yes campaign had won by a slim but sufficient majority of 6,721 votes and that the proposal to establish a National Assembly was therefore approved by the people of Wales…the excitement and historic significance of the occasion, together with the Professor’s beaming face, have entered the iconography of recent Welsh politics. It was as if Wales had scored a winning drop-goal in the closing minutes of an international rugby match and the roar was deafening; it gave him special satisfaction that the very last Yes result, which clinched the matter, came from Carmarthenshire, his native county’.

That was the Carmarthenshire which hosted a paedophile ring going back decades which was linked to the gang which dominated public life in north Wales.

Eric was born near Ammanford and went from Amman Valley Grammar School to the University College of Wales, Aberystwyth – a college which like Bangor, was run by paedophiles’ friends (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’). He then did his PhD at University College, London. After military service, Eric worked for a year as a research scientist with the Coal Board, but took his first academic post in 1958 as a lecturer in the Anthropology department of Durham University, where in due course he was appointed Professor and Head of Department in 1971. Eric also served as Pro-Vice-Chancellor from 1979-84.

The paedophiles’ friends of north Wales had links with Durham University – particularly the botanists at Durham – and those involved with medicine in Durham/Newcastle-Upon-Tyne. The paedophile ring in the north east of England was swapping personnel with the one in north Wales and enormous numbers of children in care in the north east were sent to children’s homes in north Wales (see post ‘Another Episode Of Friends’). Blair’s constituency was in Durham and many more of his closest political allies had their constituencies in the north east.

Eric’s obituary noted that with regard to his position as VC, ‘despite some gratifying achievements, Sunderland had to preside over a raft of administrative problems, not least those having to do with funding cuts by the UGC, and some hard choices about whether to maintain teaching in certain disciplines. This he did with sympathy and common sense and always with regard for the human cost involved. Despite his warm engagement with people, he had a tough inner core which stood him in good stead in the piranha pools of academe. That the college survived the troubled years of the 1970s and 1980s and the financial stresses of the 1990s was in large measure due to him and his senior officers.’

I have mentioned before on the blog that Thatcher’s henchman of the UGC Sir Peter Swinnerton-Dyer intended to close Bangor University down in the mid-1980s, but legend has it that after a meeting with PVC Prof Alwyn Roberts, the notoriously intransigent Swinnerton-Dyer uncharacteristically changed his mind. I suspect that Alwyn Roberts reminded Swinnerton-Dyer that the institution was crawling with people who knew about the sex trafficking ring supplying underaged kids to people in high places, including Thatcher’s friend and Minister Sir Peter Morrison and that some people employed within, such as those in the Student Health Centre, were part of the trafficking ring.

One person whose empire boomed during Eric Sunderland’s tenure was that of Prof Fergus Lowe…

Eric’s obituary mentioned that in 1986, he published the volume ‘Genetic and Population Studies in Wales’ which was co-authored by Peter S. Harper. Prof Harper taught me when I was an undergrad. He was one of the ecologists who made the Plant Biology Dept in Bangor famous for that discipline. Many years later a retired academic from Bangor told me that Harper’s work was nearly all plagiarised or lifted directly from his PhD students. Eric may have been a man of many talents, but I’m not aware that he had that much expertise in plant population biology. So I wonder what the story was behind his volume co-authored with Harper. Is there an angry former PhD student out there somewhere who knew that he’d been ripped off by his supervisor and the VC?

Before I left north Wales I was told that it was discovered that Eric was about to be offered a knighthood, but he died before then. The obvious question is why did the Paedophiles’ Friends at HQ make Eric wait to so long for his K? The cynical observation is that Eric lived to a ripe old age and someone could well have been holding out knowing that he would be dead before the long expected K would be given. Paedophilia HQ is like that – they don’t hesitate to shaft those who have loyally served as paedophiles’ friends…

Former members of Bangor University staff who know something about the crimes of the paedophiles’ friends who worked in the University in the 1980s include the lecturer Terry Thomas. Terry Thomas worked in the Agriculture Dept under the toxic Prof J.B. Owen (see post ‘Not Seen Since The 80s – Carwyn’). Terry Thomas was a member of Prof Richard Howarth’s group – the Richard Howarth who somehow found his way into Thatcher’s circle as an advisor (see post ‘The International Language Of Screaming’). Just when so many of his colleagues were facilitating that trafficking ring which supplied kids to Thatcher’s friend Peter Morrison… Then Richard Howarth mysteriously disappeared from view in the 1990s.

Terry Thomas ended up in a spat with Bangor University and won a case of unfair dismissal. The press reports were bizarre. It was conceded that Thomas had been ‘bullied’, that his name had been ‘blackened’ and that he had been unfairly dismissed, yet at the same time Thomas admitted that he had a reputation for ‘boorish’ behaviour, had poured drinks over people’s heads in pubs and that most people hated him.

Terry Thomas joined Bangor University in 1972. He won his case against the University in 2004.

OK then Terry, what did the former secretary in the Agri Dept – Mary Wynch – find out about that caused her to be targeted by Dafydd and the paedophiles and subsequently ruined by Michael Howard and the Home Office? And what were the reasons behind your difficulties at Bangor? The paedophiles’ friends do blacken people’s names, they even boast about it, but you and Howarth were a pair of mediocrities who did very, very well for yourselves until the early-mid 1990s. When Peter Morrison left Parliament and was then found dead.

Someone who will know what was behind Terry Thomas’s troubles is Dr David Wright, who also spent his career in the Agri Dept. David Wright was not the mad incompetent that some of his colleagues were and it was obvious that he used to despair of them, but he’s never blown the whistle on what they were getting up to. David Wright will also have the key to the shenanigans in the University library and why the librarians wielded so much power – at the same time as being as obnoxious and as bloody minded as possible – because he was in a relationship with one of them.

Now for yet another person who knew someone who was destroyed by the paedophiles’ friends – step forward Emeritus Professor Peter Field of the School of English in Bangor. Please can you tell us why your colleague Dave Nunn was targeted in the early 1990s and ended up being kicked around and neglected by Dafydd and the Top Doctors, before disappearing off the planet after he read some very incriminating documentation submitted to Liverpool High Court by Dafydd in Nov 1994 in order to obtain a High Court injunction against me (see post ‘The Banality Of Evil’).

 

Another person who could illuminate the criminality in north Wales of the 1980s and 90s is Sarah Horton. Sarah Horton was a member of the abusive Arfon Community Mental Health Team. Someone who witnessed some of what happened to me knew Sarah Horton socially and told her that they were watching what was going on and were very concerned. Sarah Horton told them that she couldn’t comment because it was ‘confidential’. No it wasn’t Sarah, I was being lied about in open court by your colleagues, I and my friends were being threatened and furthermore your colleagues were openly gossiping about me in the locality. Before my acquaintance challenged Sara Horton over the Arfon Team’s abuse of me, Sarah told them that Jackie Brandt – one of those who perjured herself in an attempt to have me imprisoned (see post ‘Some Big Legal Names Enter The Arena’) – was so damaged herself that she should never have been working in mental health. But I don’t think that any of them should have been.

A number of people told me that Sarah Horton was much more competent than her colleagues and was not abusive. Sadly, like so many who were not abusers but worked with abusers, Sarah remained silent.

 

A reader of this blog has very kindly sent me something for which I have been searching for a while – a recording of Dafydd Iwan’s tribute song to Dr Dafydd Alun Jones! At least we think that’s what it is – it is a recording of Dafydd Iwan warbling away on a track entitled ‘Dr Alan’. I suspect that whoever labelled it couldn’t cope with a Welsh name and that it is ‘Dr Alun’.

I note that the hit Dr Alun was released in 1991. Which was the year in which Dr Alun colluded with his fellow ENGLISH crooks in St George’s Hospital Medical School/Springfield Hospital – who were incredibly anti-Welsh – to sack and then imprison me. It was also the year in which my friend who worked for the ENGLISH Royal Television Society and who wanted to make a documentary about what had happened to me at the hands of Dr Alun was unlawfully dismissed by the ENGLISH people who ran the RTS – the top of the tree being Sir Paul Fox, the ENGLISH media executive who was a big mate of the ENGLISH Thatch.

In 1991, the first police investigation into the presence of a possible paedophile ring in north Wales was launched.

Yma O Hyd! Well Dr Alun is definitely still here, he’s running CAIS with Lucille.

 

It was in the early 1990s that Professor Mark Williams, then a clinical psychologist working with the paedophiles’ friends at the Hergest Unit and in the Arfon CMHT, started noticing that Mindfulness was producing stunning results among the mental health patients.

Mark Williams

 

How about another tribute song Dafydd Iwan? Some of the highest suicide rates in the UK were found among cohorts in north Wales, surely that’s worth a ballad full of passion.

 

I mentioned in a recent post that in the wake of all the dreadful publicity regarding Tawel Fan that I was expecting a good news offensive by the paedophiles’ friends in the media, some sort of PR piece about the quaint and traditional ways of the folk in Gwynedd. A news report was released claiming that the cancer treatment waiting times in Wales are the best in the UK – the report forgot to mention however that survival rates are far from the best in the UK – and I thought ‘oh that’s the obligatory PR piece following a paedophiles’ friends-related scandal’.

However I was wrong. The cancer waiting times story was just the usual NHS press release designed to detract from the ongoing disasters. The REAL bit of PR was broadcast on Radio 4 late on Saturday evening. It was a programme about Cynghanedd (a type of Welsh verse) featuring Twm Morys and others who have excelled at the National Eisteddfod. Twm won the Chair at the Eisteddfod himself some years ago and is a well-known Welsh writer and musician. Twm is an Aber graduate but was born in Oxford and went to Shrewsbury School.

The Radio 4 programme on Cynghanedd was interesting and Twm did a good job of explaining Cynghanedd and the techniques used in that style of verse. Twm might be an excellent writer and musician but he is no sociologist. Twm went to considerable trouble to explain to the middle class English listeners of Radio 4 that Cynghanedd is an ancient art which is the focus of a lively social scene in Wales and pulls the nation together, as people from all walks of life meet in canolfans and pubs to write Cynghanedd.

Twm knows as well as I do that is one hell of a porkie.

Even in north west Wales where Twm lives which has the highest proportion of people in Wales who speak Welsh, Cynghanedd is a very elite minority sport. Yes there are people who love Cynghanedd, but Cynghanedd, even for those with a high degree of literacy in Welsh, is notoriously hard to write. That is why prizes are awarded for it at the National Eisteddfod. Cynghanedd is not like knitting, it is difficult.

Cynghanedd is difficult for most Welsh speakers, but for Englishers who have learnt Welsh it is damn near impossible. This was brought home to me when I worked at Bangor University and a row broke out regarding the abilities – or lack of them – of an American member of staff who had learnt Welsh as a second language and had then been appointed to a position in the University with responsibility for teaching Welsh writing. This man’s conversational Welsh was good, but his Welsh was nowhere near good enough to teach Welsh writing. Another member of staff employed in the same dept was livid and made the point that it is very hard for people who have learnt Welsh as a second language to ever master the art of, for example, Cynghanedd. Who was the person who said this? It was Llion Iwan, son of Dafydd Iwan.

I thought that Llion had a salient point, but the scrap was taking place in a different dept to the one in which I worked so I wasn’t involved. However I did know that Llion Iwan had been treated very badly by the obnoxious woman who was at that time Head of School. There was only really one person who defended Llion and who was angry and concerned at the way in which he was being mistreated. That was a Jewish lecturer who has now learnt Welsh but at that time had not…

When Twm Morys says that people across Wales are coming together and writing Cynghanedd, what he means is that a very small number of academics and poets whose first language is Welsh are coming together and writing Cynghanedd… There are very few people doing it, even in Y Fro Gymraeg.

Twm told Radio 4 that he ‘even knew of a nurse’ who was writing Cynghanedd. It always helps to mention an Angel if one wants to make a point. If Twm really does know an Angel who writes Cynghanedd, he’ll have noticed her because she’ll be the only Angel doing it among all those Professors of Welsh literature. His use of the word ‘even’ does rather give the game away… Twm has met a talking platypus.

Readers in England might not know who Twm Morys is. He has a famous mum who is also a very well-known writer – Jan Morris. Jan Morris used to be a man called James Morris. As well as being a famous travel writer, James Morris worked for ‘The Times’ and was a member of the successful 1953 Everest expedition. Which was of course was led by Sir Charles Evans, Top Doctor and former VC of Bangor University for all those years when the paedophiles’ friends ran the place…

Jan Morris is a friend of Dr Christine Evans, a retired surgeon from Ysbyty Gwynedd, who is known to be sympathetic to patients requesting gender realignment surgery. I can understand why Jan Morris admires Dr Chris, but there is another much bigger cohort whom Dr Chris does not give a stuff about – mental health patients. When Dr Chris was head honcho of the Betsi Community Health Council  – yes, the ‘patients voice’ of north Wales was that of a retired surgeon – Dr Chris and her minions ignored the most serious complaints from mental health patients. I know because I wrote some of them, on behalf of myself and others.

Dr Chris doubled up as a Prestatyn Councillor. She was good enough to write a blog in which she fessed up that her reason for taking a leading role in the CHC was to prevent cuts to the vascular surgery service at Ysbyty Glan Clwyd, where Dr Chris’s friends worked. A very damning report had been compiled by the Royal College of Surgeons which stated that vascular surgery at YGC was poor and that surgeons were prioritising their own interests above those of their patients. As is the habit of the paedophiles’ friends.

Yma O Hyd! I can feel a bit of Cynghanedd coming over me…

 

Other news has been the death of Dennis Nilson, the Muswell Hill Strangler, in prison. I blogged about the case of Dennis Nilson in my post ‘An Appalling Vista’. The allegations concerning the sheer number of people allegedly murdered by Dennis Nilson and his methods and reasons for murdering them were almost entirely a result of speculation by ‘expert witnesses’ who ‘assessed’ him. Some of them were the very same people who colluded with Dafydd and the paedophiles’ when they were called upon to ‘assess’ me shortly after they ‘assessed’ Nilson. Dennis Nilson may have been a mass murderer as far as I know. But I do know that the people upon whose evidence he was convicted and sentenced were a bunch of lying crooks who were concealing very serious crime.

Dennis is now dead so the truth about his crimes and comments to those experts will never be known. I doubt that the truth about his death will be either, sex offenders tend to die in prison if someone thinks that someone might be about to ask questions about their crimes. Frank Beck – Greville Janner’s friend who was imprisoned for sexually abusing kids in care in Leicestershire – went that way, as did Ralph Morris, the headmaster of Castle Hill School in Ludlow who was imprisoned for abusing his pupils. Castle Hill School was located nearby to establishments which employed a lot of staff who had worked in the Bryn Alyn Community in north Wales.

Unfortunate deaths of key witnesses at a crucial time do not only happen in prisons. Matt Arnold, the headmaster of Bryn Estyn, died of an ‘unspecified blood disease’ on 9 June 1994. On 12 June 1994 the trial of Arnold’s colleague Peter Howarth, along with that of Paul Wilson, for the sexual abuse of boys in care in north Wales opened.

 

The Mail Online reported that the police are investigating possible sex offences committed in the 1970s and 80s by the son of a former Black Rod, who told the Mail that he ‘gave up spanking little boys years ago’. Black Rod’s son reminisced in detail about a place in central London known as the ‘Meat Rack’ where rent boys of 14 and 15 would congregate, whilst punters picked the ones that they liked the look of. Some of those kids will have come from children’s homes in north Wales. The police are obviously taking their duties to protect children from abusers seriously – the son of the former Black Rod is now 78 years old…. The police have certainly been quick off the mark there.

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BBC New Online reported today that the ‘MI5 Chief’ Andrew Parker has given a speech to ‘security chiefs’ in Berlin and told them that ‘Russia is trying to undermine European democracies’. Can I remind Mr Parker that one reason why the police are now making a half-hearted attempt to investigate a 78 year old man who gave up spanking little boys years ago was that when that man was doing the spanking, the security services and every other state agency protected that man as well as the people who supplied him with kids in care to spank, rather than the kids in care.

Dafydd and Lucille are still alive and kicking in north Wales Mr Parker, although as with the 78 yr old son of Black Rod, there is not a great deal of point in anyone prosecuting them now. However I really do wish that your officers would get themselves out to the North Wales Hospital Denbigh, excavate the site and retrieve the bodies that are out there.

 

The Windbag has been in the media, but I didn’t waste time following what he said in detail. I think that he is banging on about the shortcomings of Jeremy Corbyn again. Only someone who achieved as much success in the role of Labour Party leader as the Windbag did is in a position to level criticism at other leaders. I saw something about a public sector workers march through London as well, I glimpsed a few photos in the media of huge banners with UNITE and UNISON emblazoned upon them and I realised that it was the paedophiles’ friends on the offensive again. They ought to get together with the Windbag like they did in the 1980s and 90s and the Windbag could yell ‘Nurses! Nurses!’ and ‘Save Our NHS’ down a megaphone. It was such a successful strategy back then wasn’t it…

The Labour Party are scrapping with each other like there’s no tomorrow. Baroness Shami Chakrabarti is demanding that Red Ken should be kicked out of the Labour Party. Red Ken did of course know about the kids being supplied to Westminster by Dafydd et al. As did Shami – indeed Shami’s predecessors at the NCCL (including you Harriet) campaigned with paedophiles’ rights organisations. Jeremy knew too. As did the Windbag. And of course St Tessa, who has just turned her toes up, spent her early career at the heart of the paedophiles and their friends. There will be a tribute to St Tessa of the Inspirational Sex Traffickers posted on the blog soon.

 

An Appalling Vista

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

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

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

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

The Birmingham Six were cleared in 1991.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

De-escalation techniques – ‘SCRAAAAP’…

 

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

 

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

 

 

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

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

Teare’s wife Kathleen was a magistrate in London.

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Do you have anything that you wish to declare Elspeth?

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

Just call me The Green Green Grass of Home…

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

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

 

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

 

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

Lord Denning