This is a follow up post to my last post ‘I Predict A Riot’, which I hadn’t planned but I am writing because of the information from readers which has come in since I wrote ‘I Predict A Riot’ and added the comments which followed that post. People are very good, I do receive much information but I only have time to include a small part of it on the blog, although it does all get read, stored and put to use regarding background information, future lines of research etc.
My attention has been drawn to something which I have been aware of for a long while, that I have mentioned before on the blog but not maxed out on. That is, the presence of many Top Docs and legal professionals in middle class Jewish families. I have discussed previously how Brown and I first came across Greville Janner named as an abuser on a fascist website, which was so obviously crazed and irrational and banged on about a global conspiracy of Jewish child abusers that we didn’t believe a word of it. Some years ago I was told that terrible things were happening to women and children in the Orthodox Jewish community at Stamford Hill in London. The person who told me that terrible things were happening in that ‘isolated community’ I know had knowledge of Empowered Service Users being abused and has remained silent for years. I used to live near Stamford Hill and enjoyed taking walks through there. I liked the Stamford Hill community and I have no problem at all with communities who wish to ‘isolate themselves’, because very often they are doing that to protect their community, not because they wish to conceal wrongdoing.
My post ‘Dates For Your Diary’ discussed how Vanessa Felz, who was at the time married to a Top Doctor with a direct link to St George’s Hospital Medical School, found herself rocketed to stardom in the summer of 1994, when Dafydd and the Top Docs sent up a distress flare in the midst of the Jillings Inquiry when the Top Docs were desperately in need of good PR, particularly because the Chamberlain-Pearce Scandal had begun to erupt at St George’s. Vanessa and her husband both grew up in professional Jewish families in London.
I don’t believe for one minute that Jewish people are any more likely to abuse or conceal abuse than any other cultural/religious group. The salient issue is that organised abuse has been successfully concealed by professional groups, especially people in law, medicine and politics – particularly those individuals at the very top of those professions – and those professions are held in high esteem among aspirational Jewish families. Thus names appearing on this blog have included Sir William Asscher, Professor Stuart Stanton, Greville et famille, Leo and Danny Abse etc.
It took an e mail to me from a reader yesterday for me to wake up and realise the worst. My comments after my post ‘I Predict A Riot’ mentioned that Dr Bob Tresman, a man from the Jewish community in London, used to work at the Hergest Unit during the Paedophile Years and was recommended as a Top Doctor for patients who had witnessed the crimes of Dafydd by members of the paedophile gang when those patients had refused to see Dafydd again. I told Bob Tresman myself what I had witnessed Dafydd doing. I also witnessed patient F (see previous posts eg. ‘Killing Floor – I Know Cos I Was There’ and ‘Tan yn Llyn’) who was framed and imprisoned after challenging Gwynedd social workers regarding the abuse of the boys at the Ty’r Felin children’s home, then set up by some predators and fleeced of his property, money and denied access to his child, providing Bob Tresman with full details of all of these events. F also told Tresman about his time in Risley Remand Centre, a time during which I believe that F witnessed a murder in the ‘hospital wing’.
Tresman knew just how bloody bad it had all been, because, in response to F’s frequent comments that he felt that his ‘life had been blessed’ – F remained a remarkably optimistic man in spite of what he had been through – Tresman observed to me that if he had been F, he would have concluded that he had been cursed. F himself used to tell people that when he was in Risley listening to the screams of other patients in the ‘hospital wing’ as they were beaten by the screws, there was a bloke in the cell next to him who was completely psychotic and repeatedly yelled ‘I’m in heaven, I’m in heaven’, to which F yelled back ‘Christ if this is heaven mate I’d hate to see hell’. F related this anecdote to Bob Tresman.
Bob Tresman knew exactly what had happened and was happening to his patients at the hands of Dafydd and the gang.
As I mentioned in my comments which follow my post ‘I Predict A Riot’, Bob Tresman socialised with the paedophile gang and their friends in the Douglas Arms Hotel in Bethesda and was suspended from his job by Gwynedd Health Authority for some months in 1992 or thereabouts, but I never found out why.
Dr Tresman was treated dreadfully by Dr Tony Francis, Francis made no attempt to disguise the fact that he hated Tresman and Dr Tresman did face some appalling anti-semitism from the charmers at the Hergest Unit.
Dr Tresman decided to leave north Wales and return to London during the Waterhouse Inquiry. Just like that.
Tommy Cooper was born in Caerphilly, where a statue of him was unveiled in 2008, by Sir Anthony Hopkins, in his capacity as Patron of The Tommy Cooper Society. Hopkins is a man who provided much needed PR for Wales at a time when Dafydd’s gang were getting desperate. After providing this service, the Welsh-born Sir Anthony, who loves Wales and feels Welsher than the most Welsh person on the planet, even Dafydd Iwan, emigrated to California and took US citizenship. See previous posts.
‘Well Lucille…Have the lambs stopped screaming?’
Tommy Cooper was one of Britain’s best loved Funnymen who entertained the nation until the very end, famously dying on stage. What received lest publicity was that he was a wife-beating piss artist who had a long running affair with a bit on the side.
I didn’t know much about Dr Tresman, except that he had been an embryologist before he did a degree in medicine and I think that when he was an embryologist he worked at UCL. He was listed as a Director of Robert Tresman and Associates, a company providing ‘healthcare services’ for some years after he left north Wales.
So there is a Top Doctor who is part of the professional Jewish community in London who knew exactly what was happening in north Wales throughout the 1990s, who listened first hand to numerous witness accounts and who has said nothing in response to the many investigations and inquiries into organised abuse in north Wales/Cheshire.
The vile Dr Giles Harborne, who spent many happy years working with Dafydd et al at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh and more recently served as the ‘Chief Of Staff’ for the mental health services in north Wales, in which capacity he insulted and neglected patients and refused to investigate even the most serious of complaints (see previous posts), also seems to be a member of the Jewish community or have very close links with people who are.
When I was doing my MSc at Royal Postgraduate Medical School/Hammersmith Hospital in 1986-87, one of the other students was a dentist called Rosie Szasz, who was a member of the Jewish community in Ealing. I was quite friendly with Rosie and she knew what had happened to me in north Wales. She was also appalled at the staff misconduct at Hammersmith Hospital (see previous posts) but being a healthcare professional herself, Rosie very obviously was not going to challenge anyone about it. Rosie’s dental practice in central London included many HIV/AIDS patients; she was one of the few dentists at the time who was welcoming HIV/AIDS patients. She will have known that many of them were rent boys who had entered that line of work as kids in care.
The reason why I have revisited the matter of high profile members of the Jewish community in the professions concealing abuse is that after a reader read my comments about Bob Tresman, I was sent a link to the wiki entry of the political journo Robert Peston, who is the son of the Labour peer Lord Maurice Peston. Lord Peston spent his career as an economist at Queen Mary College, London and advised Labour Gov’ts between the 1960s and 90s. Lord Peston featured in my post ‘I Told You I Was Trouble’ and is close to all those paedophiles’ friends associated with Queen Mary College, including the Top Doctors, who starred in that post.
Here’s another Queen Mary Glamour Puss who has spent a career conducting toadying interviews with politicians whom he knows have done disgusting things, including concealing the Westminster Paedophile Ring and Dafydd’s branch of it:
|The Lord Hennessy of Nympsfield or should that be Nymphsfield?|
When old Hennessey interviewed Dr Death, the nearest he got to ruffling Dr Death’s feathers was to imply that Dr Death must have been heart broken never to have become PM. Dr Death went into Top Doctor mode and told Hennessey to stop that nonsense right now. Hennessey, what you should have said was ‘So Lord Owen, could you explain why when you were William Sargant’s research registrar at Tommy’s you assisted him in those illegal, unethical dangerous experiments which resulted in patient deaths? Furthermore Dr Death, which Top Doctor who was facilitating the paedophile ring in north Wales was it whom you knew personally, Dr D.G.E. Wood or Tony Francis? By the way, Sally Baker has told me to tell you that if she ever encounters you in person, she’ll knee you in the knackers so hard that you won’t be walking for a few hours.’ Before winding up with Hennessey’s obligatory ‘Lord Owen, thank you so much for this fascinating insight into your political career.’
The Pestons are a north London Jewish family. Robert Peston lives in Muswell Hill and describes himself as ‘culturally Jewish’. Peston attended Highgate Wood Secondary School in Crouch End, London, graduated from Balliol College, Oxford and then studied at the Universite Libre de Bruxelles.
Peston briefly worked as a stockbroker at Williams de Broë, becoming a journalist in 1983 at the ‘Investors Chronicle’ and joining ‘The Independent’ newspaper on its launch in 1986. From 1989 to 1990, Peston worked for the short-lived ‘Sunday Correspondent’ newspaper as Deputy City Editor, before being appointed City Editor of the Sindie in 1990.
It was the Sindie that was one of the media outlets which in 1992 published allegations that a senior officer in the North Wales Police, Gordon Anglesea, had abused boys in care in north Wales. Anglesea sued for libel and in Dec 1994 was awarded nearly £400k damages, after a trial presided over by Sir Maurice Drake, with George Carman QC acting for the media and Lord Gareth Williams acting for Gordon Anglesea (see posts ‘Y Gwir Yn Erbyn Y Byd’ and ‘Y Gwir Yn Erbyn Y Byd – A Few Additional Comments’). I believe that Carman threw the trial deliberately, probably because he did not want to end up being firebombed like the witnesses to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal who died in April 1992 (see post ‘The Silence Of The Welsh Lambs’), but also because Carman had close personal links, indeed even friendships, with some of those involved in the north Wales/Cheshire gang (see posts ‘No Ordinary Methods’ and ‘No Ordinary Methods – Supplementary Post’). Shortly after Anglesea won the case, Mark Humphreys, one of the young men whom had alleged that Anglesea had abused him, was found dead, hanging from the stairwell of the block of flats in Wrexham where he lived.
‘Mark committed suicide because he was upset that he wasn’t believed.’
Just like all of those kids in care and psych patients did when they ‘hung themselves’ in Risley (see post ‘Include Me Out’).
In 2016 Gordon Anglesea was found guilty of the historical abuse of boys in care in north Wales and was imprisoned. See previous posts. He enjoyed full support from the Police Federation, was preparing an appeal and had received offers from barristers to represent him free of charge. Anglesea died in prison shortly after he was jailed. ‘No suspicious circumstances.’ The Police Federation turned out in force at his funeral to give him a good send-off, as did the Methodist Church. One of my friends who is in the Methodist Church in north Wales explained that as Methodists, they would attend the funeral of any human being if asked, as their Christian duty. I’m not sure that the Police Federation attended Anglesea’s funeral for the same reason.
Gordon’s widow Sandra is in receipt of Gordon’s police pension, although Gordon died a convicted sex offender. That is because of an ‘oversight’ on the part of Arfon Jones, the North Wales Police and Crime Commissioner, who ‘forgot’ to do the necessary administrative tasks to stop Sandra bagging the cash. Arfon, as a young police constable, used to chauffeur Gordon to the venue where he abused boys. Arfon has a trusted Deputy in his role as Police and Crime Commissioner, Ann Griffith. Ann has a background enough to make any paedophiles’ friend turn bright green.
Ann was born in Barmouth and went school in Harlech. She qualified as a social worker at Lanchester Poly, Coventry and went into psychiatric social work. There was a gang in the West Midlands linked to Dafydd’s gang. Ann has lived on Ynys Mon since 1984, when she joined the Anglesey Community Mental Health Team as a social worker. It was in 1984 that the gang called in reinforcements who were well-camouflaged, in the wake of Mary Wynch heading towards the Master of the Rolls and Alison Taylor and me refusing to keep quiet. Professor Eric Sunderland was one of the reinforcements and a number of Nice Young Doctors and Angels arrived as well, all worthy of Oscars but rotten to the core. Ann Griffith was subsequently promoted to first line manager within Gwynedd County Council and was the Team Leader in the Arfon Duty Team responsible for initial assessments and joint investigation of child abuse with the Police.
I am wondering whether it was Ann Griffith who came to visit me in Bangor Police Station when Dafydd unlawfully arrested me in Dec 1986. She was ordered to section me but refused, so Dafydd’s crooked mate Dr K. Shah told the police to keep me in the cells while he found another social worker who would section me (see post ‘Hippocratic Oath Or Hypocrytic Oaf?’). When I subsequently tried to find out who the social worker who refused to section me was, I was told that there was no record of any such person in the police station that night and I was mad and imagined it all. Years later, I found a note from Alun Davies in my files saying that the social worker concerned was Ann Jones. Now from what I remember, the woman whom I met in Bangor Police Station had blonde hair and looked like Ann Griffith. I suspect that it may have been her and Davies either lied in that note – after all, the whole lot of them lied constantly and fabricated documentation – or she has since changed her name.
Ann later spent 10 years employed by NSPCC Cymru as Project Leader of a Comprehensive Risk Assessment project (Gwynedd and Ynys Môn) and was then promoted to Service Manager, North West Wales, responsible for a range of projects across North Wales (Risk Assessment, Therapeutic (Children), Youth Council, North Wales Child Abuse Enquiry Victim Counselling) and setting up the NSPCC Cymru Helpline.
The NSPCC Cymru Helpline was the Helpline that the former kids in care from north Wales who were giving evidence in some of the abuse investigations were offered as ‘support’. Not only were they adults not children by then, but the NSPCC as well as the staff and managers of the Helpline, like Ann Griffith, had been members of the abuse gang. One man was found dead after receiving ‘support’ from the Helpline, but the Helpline weren’t worried because they had been reassured that their insurance covered them and there would be no come-back.
Not only was the Helpline run and manned by members of the gang, but the former kids in care were taken to the venues where they gave evidence by officers from the North Wales Police. Who had colluded with the gang, fitted up the complainants and even joined in with the abuse.
Ann Griffith has been an Independent Social Care Consultant since 2002 employed in a range of roles across North Wales Local Authorities : Chairing Child Protection Conferences; Investigating complaints (adults and children); Baby Peter File Audit; Interim Operations Manager; Interim Head of Service; Interim Business Manager Local Safeguarding Children Boards (Gwynedd and Ynys Môn) (Flint and Wrexham).
Ann Griffith has held a Ministry of Justice Appointment – Office of the Public Guardian and Court of Protection Visitor, Mental Capacity Act 2005 – since 2008.
Ann was elected in 2013 as a Plaid County Councillor on the Isle of Anglesey Council, Bro Aberffraw Ward. Until she stood down in May 2017 she was Chairperson of the Planning and Licensing Committee. Ann has previously held shadow portfolios for Social Services and Housing and Planning and Vice Chair of the Fostering Panel.
Ann stood in the 2015 General Election as Plaid candidate for Montgomeryshire. She was a Plaid candidate on the regional list for the National Assembly for Wales election 2016.
Surely it is only a matter of time before Ann the Gang Member takes up her seat in the Assembly, after running on the Wimmin/Children/Diversity/Equality/Empowerment ticket.
Now for a bit of additional information about Sir Maurice Drake, the judge who presided over Gordon Anglesea’s trial and winnings, as a supplement to my previous posts about Drake. Maurice Drake was an enthusiastic Freemason. Gordon Anglesea wasn’t the only sex offender with whom Drake had doings. As a barrister, Drake acted for the Bay City Roller Les McKeown, who jailed for three months after assaulting photographers at a pop concert. McKeown also hit and killed an elderly pedestrian in his car and was involved in an incident with a shotgun. The Bay City Rollers were managed by Tam Paton, a gangster from Edinburgh who was a prolific user of rent boys. One former Roller repeatedly made complaints to the police about Paton’s sexual assaults on him and other teenaged boys but no action was taken. Derek Longmuir, a former Roller, later became an Angel and was convicted of the possession of child porn. He was allowed to continue working as an Angel. Les McKeown is someone who never complained about the activities of Tam Paton. Some weeks ago, one of the Rollers died after being taken ill. Days later another Roller died in a house fire. For more info on Tam Paton and the Rollers, see post ‘Remember Girls – Never Get Into A Car With A Stranger!’.
Maurice Drake acted for Mary Whitehouse, who was awarded damages after Ned Sherrin mildly took the piss out of her. In spite of Mary Whitehouse’s ludicrous posturing, she knew about the abuse of children by Top Doctors and the welfare services and remained silent. Drake prosecuted in all three of the so-called “terror pickets” trials at Shrewsbury Crown Court in 1973. Two of the people jailed lived in north Wales and had knowledge of Dafydd’s gang (see post ‘My Arse – It’s Tatifilarious!’).
The Carl Bridgewater murder trial was one of Drake’s first on the bench, and presented him with the difficulty of one of the defendant’s confessing and implicating his three co-defendants, but then declining to give evidence in court. The case later became something of a cause célèbre, and in February 1997 the men’s convictions were overturned after suggestions that the police had fabricated evidence in order to secure the all-important confession. Throughout the long campaign to overturn the verdicts, no criticism was made of Drake’s handling of the original trial. The Bridgewater Three had all been fitted up by the notoriously corrupt West Midlands Serious Crime Squad, who had links with the North Wales Police and fitted up Ali Khan from Caernarfon. Carl’s murder took place on the turf of the trafficking gang in Staffordshire, who were linked to the gang in north Wales.
These are just a few of the trials with which Drake was involved which involved people with links to Dafydd et al; he was involved in many more highly controversial trials.
Drake was Vice-Chairman of the Parole Board, 1985-86 and Nominated Judge for appeals from the Pensions Appeal Tribunal from 1985 to 1995. A keen Liberal, he was also at one time the Mayor of St Albans.
To return to Robert Peston.
From 1991 to 2000, Robert Peston worked for the ‘Financial Times’, variously as Political Editor, Banking Editor, Head of an investigations unit (which he founded) and Financial Editor. During his time at the FT, Peston became close friends with fellow journalist – whom he met at the ‘Sunday Correspondent’ – who is now a PR man, Roland Rudd. The two were known as the “Pest and the Rat”.
Roland Rudd is a man who gets around to all the right places which host all the right people. He went to Millfield School, where he was just slightly older than Duncan Orme. When Orme was at UCNW (Bangor University) with me, Duncan Orme took a sabbatical year as the Students’ Union Welfare Officer, during which time he concealed the wrongdoing of Gwynne the lobotomist, Dr D.G.E. Wood and the rest of the trafficking ring. In return, Duncan Orme’s career in NHS management received a wonderful boost from the very beginning. Duncan eventually became the Financial Director for one of the lethal NHS Trusts in Staffordshire, at the time when the NHS in Staffordshire was colluding with a trafficking ring linked to the one in north Wales and wiping out patients. Duncan has moved to other equally senior NHS posts since then and that stint at the genocidal Trust in Staffordshire recently disappeared from his Linked In profile. See previous posts for the full details of the lies that Duncan told and the harm to students with which he colluded. Furthermore Duncan got a Third and, I am told, failed his accountancy exams. Obviously a career in NHS finance at senior management level was inevitable.
The careers service at UNCW in the mid-1980s was famously crap, it was really, really bad. In the second year, we were all invited to fill in a laughingly Mickey Mouse questionnaire, the answers of which were then fed into a computer programme which spewed out a list of about 15 careers ‘suitable’ for one. It was a real laugh because in the case of the students who knew what they wanted to do, the computer told them what they already knew. My list of 15 consisted of about 10 words saying ‘teacher’ and 5 saying ‘lecturer’. Which was at the time what I wanted to do. I then had a short interview with a rather clueless careers officer who said ‘well I think you’d be suited to teaching or academia and I don’t think that something like the police force would accept you.’ And I thought well I haven’t mentioned going into the police force, why ever would I worry if they accepted me or not? Students who didn’t know what they wanted to do rolled around laughing at the truly bizarre suggestions emanating from the computer eg. ‘quantity surveyor’ for a zoology student who had no interest at all in becoming a quantity surveyor. That was the only careers advice that we received from the careers office.
Then in the third year came the crisis for almost all of us. It was 1984, unemployment was sky high and the jobs in academia that I and so many of the people with whom I was friends had aspired to were obviously not going to be there. Students with other interests were even more worried because there were bugger all jobs in other fields. The only students who weren’t lost and/or in meltdown were those who knew precisely what they wanted to do – eg. one girl knew about a supermarket management training scheme, applied and was accepted – or those who entered school teaching, which was straightforward. But not teaching in north Wales of course, there was much unhappiness and students saying that they were not going to continue to teach after they had qualified…
The distress and anxiety of the students was so acute, that the Plant Biology Dept put on special careers sessions for those of us in their Dept, which were very welcome and very helpful. They helped with CVs, chivvied us along with messages like ‘there are not many jobs, but there are some and someone has to get them’. All other Depts left their students to flail, which was hugely resented. People were writing hundreds of job applications and not even receiving a ‘thank for your application’ in return, it was dire. The careers service at UCNW showed not the slightest concern or interest in the hundreds of students who would be facing unemployment after graduation, at least for some period of time. Neither were there any resources in the careers office. It was the front room of a decaying old house on College Road with a few ancient postgrad prospectuses in there and that was it. The students received no help and no advice.
Except for Duncan Orme, who was given one hell of a helping hand. So who fixed it all up for you then Duncan? Was it D.G.E. Wood, because you certainly did him and the people traffickers a few favours?
It has been suggested to me that the shite careers office in UCNW may not have been an accident. The trafficking ring was causing havoc and a few students like me had stumbled across it. If many more students had been encouraged to remain in north Wales after graduation, they would have done what I did anyway – mixed with local people – and begun to realise that some terrible things were happening. There was a contingent of UNCW students who did stay in north Wales, but they tended to be hippyish students who like the area and were not interested in trying to pursue 1980s style yuppyish careers. Furthermore, they tended to involve themselves with charidees or Radical Causes, all of which were controlled by the paedophile gang. English hippyish people working part-time for Wimmin’s Aid knew exactly how rampant the crime and abuse was, but were never going to say a word because their funding depended upon them keeping quiet and under their Radical Carapace, most of them were rather weak. They just fumed loudly about the Tory Cuts, wet themselves when yet another victim of the gang turned up at their door in desperation and made excuses as to why they couldn’t ‘help’.
After rubbing shoulders with the tosser Orme at Millfield, Roland Rudd went to Regent’s Park College, Oxford University, where he was President of the Oxford Union. After graduation, Rudd worked as a policy co-ordinator for Dr Death and the SDP. Rudd was the first SDP President of the Oxford Union.
So Rudd probably knew a biology student who was at UCNW with me, Simon Batty, who was active in the SDP. Batty was very friendly and chatty, but he did live up to his name. He drove a green Reliant Robin and trundled off to national SDP conferences and events in it. Batty became famous after he was beaten up at an NUS conference for being a member of the SDP.
After assisting the Gang Of Four – all of whom were up to their necks in concealing the Westminster Paedophile Ring (see post ‘We’ve Been Expecting You…’) – Rudd worked as a journo on the ‘Sunday Correspondent’ and the FT, where he palled up with Peston. In 1994, Rudd founded RLM Finsbury, which he sold to WPP plc in 2001, earning an estimated £40 million from doing so. In 2011, RLM Finsbury merged with Robinson Lerer and Montgomery of New York. Rudd remained as Chairman of the merged firm, which in 2014 was rebranded as Finsbury.
Rudd is Chairman of Business for New Europe and a member of the Centre for European Reform’s Advisory Board. Rudd is now a Labour supporter and is such a big pal of Peter Mandelson that Mandy is godfather to one of Rudd’s children. Mandy spent years concealing the Westminster Paedophile Ring and the barrel of crap in north Wales once he became responsible for trying to make the Windbag electable (see post ‘I Warn You…’). Mandy was a Lambeth Councillor when Lambeth Social Services had a dreadful problem with paedophiles in their children’s homes. The gang in Lambeth was linked to the gang in north Wales and kids in the care of Lambeth were sent to children’s homes in north Wales. Paul Boateng and his wife knew much about the abuse of kids in Lambeth and Janet Boateng was both a social worker and Chair of the Lambeth Social Services Committee when Tyra Henry was murdered in the care of Lambeth (see post ‘A Few More Who Might Be Able To Answer Questions’). Esther Rantzen’s sister was a Lambeth social worker and Rantzen appointed her sister’s manager as Chief Exec of Childline, Valerie, now Baroness Valerie, Howarth. Valerie Howarth subsequently was appointed Chair of CAFCASS (Children and Family Court Advisory Service in 2008. In 2008 CAFCASS across the UK was in meltdown. In 2010, a newly appointed CAFCASS officer in Wrexham who had taken the place of a colleague who had experienced a nervous breakdown told me that no-one could ever perform their job in CAFCASS properly as a result of the organisation being in utter chaos, but Gov’t wouldn’t dare admit it because CAFCASS was responsible for the welfare of children.
In 1988 I wrote to Esther Rantzen and told her what was happening in the North Wales Hospital Denbigh. I did not receive a reply. People who rang Childline complaining of the abuse of children in north Wales allege that they were ignored as well. Savile was involved with the abuse of kids and psych patients from north Wales.
Paul Boateng was working as a solicitor for Birnberg & Co when Birnberg & Co represented Mary Wynch in her successful litigation against Dafydd and the gang (see post ‘The Mary Wynch Case – Details’).
‘We didn’t know.’
Roland Rudd campaigned for Mandy in Mandy’s Hartlepool constituency in the General Election of 2001, the General Election which was held the year following the publication of the Waterhouse Report.
Rudd was one of the ‘Four Wise Men’ who, in 2007, advised Miranda on life after leaving office. Was it really Rudd who told Miranda to stick his nose deep into the trough provided by some of the world’s most unpleasant regimes? I had always assumed that just came naturally to Miranda.
Rudd has been linked to Ed Balls, Cleggy and Tessa Jowell. Tessa knew a great deal about colluding with organised abuse, having been the daughter of a Top Doctor and the woman who Chaired the Social Services Committee for Camden Borough Council when abuse of kids and vulnerable people in the care of that Council was rampant. Tessa also worked as a psychiatric social worker at the Maudsley with Dafydd’s mates and did a stint as a children’s social worker with Lambeth Social Services. See posts ‘The London Connection’ and ‘Baroness Tessa Jowell – A Tribute’.
Roland Rudd is a Trustee of the Royal Opera House and for the Speakers In Schools programme. Speakers in Schools was founded by Robert Peston. Rudd is Trustee of the Garden Bridge Trust, a non-executive Director of the Army Board, a Patron of the NSPCC and a Governor of Wellington College. Dafydd has had links with the Army for many years and even managed to wangle Army pensions for people who had only served in the Army for a short time and had then been dishonourably discharged. Dafydd has claimed for many years to be treating Army veterans for PTSD. This is known in north Wales to be a con, most of Dafydd’s ‘PTSD veterans’ are drug addicts or alkies who have got into trouble with the law and availed themselves of the services of Dafydd to escape a prison sentence or to achieve a shorter one. See post ‘Feet In Chains’. The NSPCC employed people involved with the abuse of children and Sir Anthony Seldon, who was for years the Headmaster of Wellington College, has been party to many a scam of the paedophiles’ friends such as Mindfulness, measuring Gross National Happiness and the University of Buckingham (see post ‘The International Language Of Screaming’).
Roland Rudd is a visiting fellow at Oxford University’s Centre for Corporate Reputation, which is part of the Said Business School, an institution in no position to teach anyone anything about upholding reputations.
Roland’s sister is Amber Rudd, who served as Home Secretary under David Cameron.
Regarding Robert Peston’s upward trajectory. In 2000 – the Waterhouse Report was published in Feb of that year – Robert Peston became Editorial Director of the online financial analysis service Quest, owned by the financial firm Collins Stewart. At the same time, he became a contributing editor of ‘The Spectator’ and a weekly columnist for ‘The Daily Telegraph’. In 2001, Peston switched allegiance from the Torygraph to ‘The Sunday Times’, where he wrote a weekly business profile, Peston’s People, and left ‘The Spectator’ for the ‘New Statesman’, where he wrote a weekly column.
In 1996, the ‘New Statesman’ published an article by Richard Webster libelling Alison Taylor. Alison took action against Richard Webster and the ‘New Statesman’, representing herself. The ‘New Statesman’ admitted that it had published the article on the assumption that Alison would not be able to afford to sue them. Alison won. The ‘New Statesman’ was owned at the time by Geoffrey Robinson, a very wealthy man who has been the Labour MP for Coventry North West since 1976 and lent Mandy all that money for a grand house, which caused Mandy to become embroiled in scandal and resign for the first time.
In 2002, Peston joined ‘The Sunday Telegraph’ as City Editor and Assistant Editor. He became Associate Editor in 2005. In late 2005, it was announced that Peston would succeed Jeff Randall as BBC Business Editor, responsible for business and City coverage on the BBC flagship TV and radio news programmes, the BBC News Channel, its website and on Radio 4’s ‘Today’ programme.
While no impropriety on the part of Peston was implied, it was claimed in ‘The Observer’ on 19 October 2008, that the SFO could enquire into the source of one of Peston’s scoops which, in September 2008, revealed that merger talks between HBOS and Lloyds TSB were at an advanced stage. In the minutes before the broadcast, buyers purchased millions of HBOS shares at the deflated price of 96p; in the hour following it, they could be sold for 215p. The Tory MP Greg Hands had written to the SFO about this.
On 4 February 2009, Peston appeared as a witness at the Commons Treasury Select Committee, along with Alex Brummer (City Editor, ‘Daily Mail’), Lionel Barber (Editor of the ‘Financial Times’), Sir Simon Jenkins (‘The Guardian’) and Sky News Business Editor Jeff Randall to answer questions on the role of the media in financial stability and ‘whether financial journalists should operate under any form of reporting restrictions during banking crises.’
Sir Simon Jenkins was Chairman of the National Trust, a body with many links to people involved with Dafydd’s gang. See previous posts. Sir Simon was Editor of ‘The Times’, 1990-92, which was when the North Wales Police investigation into the possibility of a VIP paedophile ring in north Wales/Cheshire took place. Simon Jenkins owns a house in Aberdyfi, Gwynedd.
Amanda Platell, the Daily Mail’s leading Glenda, served as William Hague’s Press Officer throughout the Waterhouse Inquiry. Glenda Platell is very, very well connected in media big wig circles, despite only ever publishing empty headed columns which insult other women for not very sound reasons, which is of course the only sort of writing that us little ladies like to fill our pretty little heads with (see post ‘Did Glenda Occupy A Key Role In Keeping It All Out Of The Media?’). Unless we’re empowering ourselves by reading ‘Fifty Shades Of Grey’ of course.
On 28 August 2009, Peston had a highly publicised row with James Murdoch, following the latter’s MacTaggart lecture. More recently, Peston has repeatedly broken stories relating to News International’s involvement with phone hacking at times which were perceived as advantageous to the company, leading to criticisms that he has become a stooge of the Digger.
On 17 October 2013, Peston was appointed Economics Editor of BBC News, after Stephanie Flanders left the post for the position as Chief Market Strategist at JP Morgan Asset Management. Peston continued as Business Editor as well until his replacement Kamal Ahmed took over the post on 24 March 2014.
On 4 October 2015, it was announced that Peston would leave the BBC to join ITV News as their Political Editor. Peston made his last appearance on BBC News on 25 November 2015 and his first appearance on ITV’s ‘News at Ten’ on 11 January 2016. He had a significant scoop in April 2016, when PM Cameron stated in an interview that he had profited from his father’s offshore Blairmore Holdings Trust, after information about the Trust had been disclosed in the Panama Papers. Peston would have had an even bigger scoop if he had confirmed that Peter Morrison was a member of White’s Club when Cameron’s dad Ian was Chairman of White’s, when Morrison was also busy abusing kids in care including those in north Wales. Morrison was afforded full protection as a friend of Thatcher’s and the brother of the Woman-of-the-Bedchamber to Lilibet, as well as for other reasons and witnesses were framed, wrongly imprisoned and even killed to conceal the crimes of Morrison and Dafydd’s gang who were supplying Morrison with underaged boys.
Peston of course knew what had happened to me as well, but you didn’t run that scoop did you Robert? 2016 – Dafydd’s gang had ruined my life all over again and I was lying low, sorting through my documents and researching to begin writing this blog. Robert thought that I was finished didn’t you Robert!
Robert presents ITV’s weekly political discussion show, ‘Peston On Sunday’, which was launched amidst great razzmatazz in May 2016. I never watched it Robert, not even then when I still had a TV. I was far too busy preparing my own scoops you parasitical little tosser. Victims and witnesses are buried in the grounds of the North Wales Hospital and you have built your career on top of their corpses. You’re not even a very good journo, everyone’s watching Andrew Marr instead, who is another man who knows all about north Wales, as does his wife, as did her dad (see previous posts)…
Peston has won the Harold Wincott Senior Financial Journalist of the Year Award (2005), the London Press Club’s Scoop of the Year Award (2005), Granada Television’s ‘What The Papers Say’ award for Investigative Journalist of the Year (1994) and the Wincott Young Financial Journalist of the Year (1986).
At the Royal Television Society’s Television Journalism Awards 2008/09, Peston won both “Specialist Journalist of the Year” and “Television Journalist of the Year” for his coverage of the credit crunch and a string of ‘scoops’ associated with it. As opposed to my friend who, in 1991, was unlawfully sacked from the RTS because they found out that she was a friend of mine and she wanted to make a film about Dafydd et al. Her husband was forced out of his job at the BBC shortly afterwards, although they already had a downer on him because he refused to accept bribes when he worked in the BBC’s Commissioning Dept. See previous posts.
Peston’s scoop on Lloyds TSB’s takeover of HBOS won the Royal Television Society’s “Scoop of the Year” award. He was voted Best Performer in a Non-Acting Role in the Broadcasting Press Guild’s 2009 awards and Business Journalist of the Year in the London Press Club’s 2009 awards. In the 2008 Wincott Awards, he won the Broadcaster of the Year Award and he won the online award for his blog.
In 2009, Peston was named Political Journalist of the Year in the Political Studies Association Awards and he topped polls of the general public and journalists carried out by ‘Press Gazette’ to find the highest rated finance and business journalist.
Peston’s scoop on Northern Rock seeking emergency financial help from the Bank of England won the RTS’s Television Journalism Award for Scoop of the Year in the 2007/8 awards and the Wincott Award for Business News/Current Affairs Programme of the Year. He was Journalist of the Year in the Business Journalism of the Year Awards for 2007/08, and also won in the Scoop category.
Peston won the Work Foundation’s Broadcast News Journalism Award and the Foundation’s Radio Programme of the Year Award for his File On 4 ‘The Inside Story of Northern Rock’. His blog won the digital media category in the Private Equity and Venture Capital Journalist of the Year Awards.
Hey Peston, among all these awards for scoops, how was it that you never tripped over the glaringly obvious scoop sitting in the middle of the BBC for all those years, glowing neon, the scoop which was Jimmy Savile?
Peston received an Honorary Doctorate from Heriot-Watt University in 2010. In 2011, he was honoured as a Fellow of Aberystwyth University in recognition of “his success in journalism, his insightful writing and his contribution to the local community”. Why are we not surprised that Peston picked that up from an institution which since the dawn of time has crawled with paedophiles’ friends (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’)?
Peston, would you like to redeem yourself by putting that newshound’s nose of yours to something worthwhile for once and find out who set fire to the house in Carneddi for which F was imprisoned? Or is that going to have to be yet another one of my scoops as well? You’re not up to much are you, I haven’t even been in receipt of a BBC buffet yet alone a salary and I’ve exposed all this on my blog…
Peston published his biography of Gordon Brown, Brown’s Britain in January 2005. It details the rivalry between Brown and Miranda. Brown’s Britain was described by Sir Howard Davies, former Director of the LSE as “a book of unusual political significance”. The cover of the book describes how “Peston was given unprecedented access to Gordon Brown and his friends and colleagues.” Having told Brown’s side of the Blair/Brown power struggle, it is believed that Peston has used the relationship then built up with Brown for many of his later financial news stories “scoops” at the BBC.
Tell you what Peston, when I finally take the foot off the accelerator re this blog, I, along with my former colleagues Professor Howard Davis – THE Howard Davis who fought the fucking paedophile gang that you and your mates at the BBC trembled in fear of – and Graham Day, someone else who had the most unimaginable amount of crap thrown at him by the same gang and Marta Eichsteller, who also crossed their path, will write our biography of Gordon. We’ll include the info about Gordon’s pal Jack McConnell and his seedy little ways that you didn’t include in your book… We’ll dedicate it to Nerys, the Bangor sociologist who died at the hands of the Top Docs for daring to take that bunch of bastards on.
Yma O Hyd!
In February 2008, Hodder & Stoughton published Peston’s book Who Runs Britain? How the Super-Rich are Changing our Lives. In ‘The Guardian’, Polly said of it: “Reading Peston’s book, you can only be flabbergasted all over again at how Labour kowtowed to wealth, glorified the City and put all the nation’s economic eggs into one dangerous basket of fizzy finance.”
Didn’t notice you presenting much of a challenge to Miranda Poll!
In September 2012, Hodder & Stoughton published How Do We Fix This Mess? The Economic Price of Having it All and the Route to Lasting Prosperity. ‘The Observer’ described it as “A must read…mandatory reading for anyone who wants to have a voice in where we go from here.” Er, OK, but I don’t think that I’ll waste my time with Peston’s solutions to Global Problems.
Peston’s latest book WTF was published by Hodder & Stoughton in November 2017. Vernon Bogdanor in the Financial Times said it was “a deeply thoughtful analysis that should be mandatory reading for anyone seeking to understand where we have gone wrong.”
Jesus Christ. Wasn’t Bogdanor Cameron’s tutor at Oxford who hailed Sam’s husband as the biggest genius who had ever graced the dreaming spires? The Dave who walked away after the EU referundum went the wrong way and blew up in his face, stating that he wasn’t ‘going to do all the hard crap’. No Dave, you couldn’t do all the hard crap, you were so dim that you gave millions in Gov’t dosh to an idiot in a turban with a degree in theatre studies, who banged on about the neuronal pathways in kids’ brains being hardwired erroneously as a result of them not having been cuddled enough and thus not being able to ‘self soothe’ and failing to have developed a thermostatic emotional regulatory mechanism. It was a load of utter guff as anyone with any knowledge of neurology could have told you and it was a cover for giving urban kids in gangs money to buy drugs and designer trainers.
The Prodigy Who Has Real Insight:
The Most Remarkable Young Man Since The Human Race Was Nitrogen In The Atmosphere:
The Trustee Of The Idiocy:
And tonight on the BBC, Alan Yentob presents ‘Imagine’. Indeed, imagine a massive multi-million pound organisation run by the cream of the UK’s media who failed to notice that a serial sex offender wearing nothing but a pair of gold lame shorts had parked his caravan out the back and was inviting kiddies to come inside and admire the gold taps…
When Stuart Hall was imprisoned, Brown remarked that he probably did all that laughing on ‘It’s A Knockout’ because he was pissing himself at what they were all getting away with.
Want a famous face whom children know and trust to feature in educational films warning children of the dangers of sexual abuse? The BBC had just the person.
Robert Peston married the writer Sian Busby in 1998. 1998. Midway through the Waterhouse Inquiry. Sian’s family were Welsh and Sian was Co-chairman of and sang in the London Welsh Chorale. She was also a stalwart of the London Welsh Centre in Gray’s Inn Road, where she was a Trustee. So Sian knew all those London Welsh who featured in my previous posts who were the Posh Friends and Relatives in London of Dafydd’s associates… Sian was a Methodist so will have known that the Speaker of the Commons, George Thomas, the UK’s most high profile Methodist throughout the middle years of the 20th century, was a child molester (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’).
Two of Sian Busby’s book dealt with mental illness. One of her volumes was on Daniel McNaughten, a Victorian ‘paranoid schizophrenic’ who shot at the PM Robert Peel’s Private Secretary, whom he was thought to have mistaken for Peel. The case made legal history because it led to the establishment of the ‘McNaughten Rules’, under which a defendant can be absolved of criminal responsibility ‘if the person did not know what he was doing or did not know what he was doing was wrong’. Over the last 20 years, in north Wales and elsewhere, thousands of mentally ill people have stood trial for often ludicrous ‘crimes’ with no discussion at all of whether they knew what they were doing was ‘right or wrong’ ie. mens rea. In north Wales, a great many of these prosecutions were mounted by the mental health services themselves. This trend has been so noticeable in recent years that journos and writers such as Peston and Busby could not have failed to notice it.
Peston and Busby had known each other since their teens. Busby died in September 2012 from lung cancer, after a long illness, although she had never smoked. That does happen, but it is very rare. I’d check it all out if I was Peston, because Sian’s death – just after Operation Pallial had been launched and the year that Tony Francis killed himself – will have come at a most convenient time for a lot of people, as did that of David Frost in August 2013 and hot on his heels, the death of his son Miles. See previous posts. But Peston can’t do a thing can he, it’s the domain of the Top Docs and Peston is out of his depth.
When Peston began a new relationship after Sian’s death, he wrote articles asking whether he should feel guilty for ‘falling in love again’. My correspondent who drew my attention to Peston asked if Peston should be feeling guilty about anything else.
My post ‘I Predict A Riot’ discussed a man from a crime family in London who somehow acquired a pensioner’s bungalow near Bethesda in the 1990s, at a time when there was a waiting list a mile long and when Gwynedd County Council claimed to be robustly pursuing a ‘homes for local people only’ policy. Previous posts have detailed the links between Dafydd’s gang in north Wales and gangs in other parts of the UK and the traffic in terms of abusive professionals or vulnerable people between big metropolitan areas in England and north Wales. I presume that the same networks were used for this Londoner to acquire a pensioner’s bungalow near Bethesda. Brown has suggested that the process will also have involved a tame Top Doctor writing medical reports stressing/exaggerating/inventing medical conditions/disabilities experienced by the crook from London. The Daily Mail imagine that this sort of thing is done by virtually everyone who accesses benefits or social housing. It isn’t, although it does go on. The lucky winners, at least in north Wales, were always people who were colluding with Dafydd’s gang in some way. They either had knowledge of wrongdoing on the part of the gang which they were agreeing to keep quiet about, or they were dealing drugs on the part of the gang, or were sex offending associates of the gang etc. People playing it straight very obviously did not enjoy such largesse. People who had dared complain about the gang did not even get the basics to which they were legally entitled; others did eventually but after a very, very long wait.
Brown’s comments reminded me of something that I found out about in 1991. I discovered an older man living in a ‘care home’, ‘Lynnewood’, in Llanfairpwll on Anglesey, who had done really well in terms of disability benefits; he had even fulfilled that nightmare of the tabloids, he had acquired a car which was paid for by the DSS. This man had gained the goodies on the grounds that he had serious, advanced heart disease. He was a heavy smoker and although he lied to the Top Docs telling them that he’d ‘given up’, even the Top Docs of north Wales would have known immediately that this was untrue. Not only did he appear around the locality with a fag in his mouth at all times but his fingers were impressively nicotine stained. After enjoying the goodies for quite some time, he was offered and then underwent heart surgery, of the sort that one is not usually offered if one is a smoker on the grounds that it will be ineffective. This bloke got away with everything, quite transparently.
Then I discovered that his ex-wife had formerly worked as Dafydd’s secretary at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh. She had told her husband everything; about the sexual, physical and financial abuse of patients, the illegal detentions, Dafydd’s constant sexual harassment of female staff, the lot. Some years after this couple divorced, his wife died, after moving away from north Wales to a city. She fell from the window of a tower block and it was attributed to ‘suicide’. She had never been clinically depressed. I wondered how the gang were going to contain and silence this bloke, because he would have presented a substantial threat to them. The reason I got to know him was that I was working in Lynnewood, where he had been placed to recover from his surgery.
I had been working there a matter of days when I noticed the usual for ‘care homes’ in north Wales. Neglect and abuse of patients. The ‘matron’ of the ‘care home’, Lynn Jones, was a former GP’s receptionist who had achieved a degree of notoriety when in that job, first as a result of shagging one of the Top Doctors who was married to someone else at the time and then by being sacked from the surgery for stealing from the practice. So what could have been more logical than to install her as a warden in a care home.
The man who had the dirt on Dafydd was the only resident who was not a mental health patient. The others were psych patients from Gwynedd and one was an older woman who was quite vulnerable. Lynn Jones told me that she enjoyed belittling and ‘psychologically torturing’ this patient because Lynn ‘hated her’. The female patient whom Jones hated so much told me that Jones was stealing from her. This patient later told me that she had found goods of hers in Lynn Jones’s bags, but that was after I had left the job. The home was owned by a local businessman who was nicknamed Christmas, as a result of having been born on Christmas Day. I think that his surname might have been Jones. As usual, the ‘care home’ charged a great deal of money for a not very good, cheapskate service. The fees were paid by Gwynedd Social Services.
The home was located in the centre of Llanfairpwll, so there were neighbours. One neighbour was a retired matron who was frank in her opinion that the conditions in Lynnewood were completely unsuitable for patients and that Lynn Jones should not have been near vulnerable people. Another old lady who lived nearby was also very worried about the way that the patients were treated. Both of these neighbours urged the residents of Lynnewood to ‘get out of there as soon as you can’. The mental health patients were in no position to do that, they had been placed there by the mental health services.
My post ‘A Possible Reason For All Those Prescriptions’ provides further details of Lynnewood. I said in that post that the residents of Lynnewood were Hergest patients, but I worked at Lynnewood just before Hergest had been finished, they were, to be precise, patients who had been in the old psychiatric wards in Ysbyty Gwynedd, Seiriol and Dwynwen Wards.
The man who had been married to Dafydd’s secretary wasn’t as fragile as the other patients. He was sharp, he didn’t like Lynn Jones and he became very angry when he found that she was keeping ‘clinical notes’ about the residents. He observed, quite rightly, that she did not have the knowledge, qualifications or right to make such notes. At first I told him that basically Lynn Jones was ridiculous and it didn’t really matter what nonsense she wrote about them all, it was meaningless. Then I became a bit more worried. Lynn Jones began asking me what I thought about this man and the circumstances of his ex-wife’s death, because he ‘was not a very nice man’. The speculation mounted. Did I think that he had driven her to commit suicide? I replied that she died years after they divorced. I was told yes, but he really was such a terrible man that he probably caused it all. I could see what was happening here. The man who had challenged Lynn Jones and her abusive behaviour was being constructed as a monster, who had possibly been involved in his wife’s death. Very Dafydd.
Lynn Jones was so vile that I left the job after only a few weeks. I later bumped into the man who had been married to Dafydd’s secretary in Bangor and he told me that Christmas had sacked Lynn Jones after she stole several hundred quid from him and then closed the home because it wasn’t making enough money. Dafydd’s secretary’s former husband was back living in his own house and the other residents had been moved to other homes.
I wondered at the time if Dafydd was something to do with Lynnewood, it had all the hallmarks of a Dafydd enterprise. Furthermore, Lynn Jones would never have been able to access a supply of patients and neither would Christmas, he had never worked in health and social care before yet alone had any qualifications in the field. There was a Top Doctor somewhere who was tapping into a supply of patients for this ‘care home’. Just before I left Lynnewood, a patient from Rampton arrived…
When I was at Lynnewood, after I exchanged Dafydd-experiences with Dafydd’s former secretary’s ex-husband – Dafydd et al were still having me arrested on a regular basis – he said ‘I’m bloody sick of that man’. I later found out that he had rung Dafydd and said to him, in Welsh, ‘What do you think you’re doing to Sally you bastard bach, leave her alone.’ Two years ago, when I was examining my documents, I found a detailed note from Dafydd, which must have been referring to that call. Dafydd was determined to find out who had made the call and what the person who made it knew about me. A note had been circulated by Dafydd, including to the police and Dafydd had observed that whoever made the call had a ‘local accent, probably Bangor’.
I very much suspect that Lynnewood was linked to Dafydd’s business interests in some way and it is likely that Dafydd realised that I was working there and had exchanged anecdotes with his former secretary’s ex-husband. It could well have been why Lynn Jones was gathering ‘evidence’ regarding that man’s ‘nastiness’ and the way in which he might have been responsible for his ex-wife’s death. No doubt ‘evidence’ was being gathered on me as well. Thank God Lynn Jones continued with her thieving ways, was caught and sacked, thus blowing any chances of her and Dafydd getting together and lying to the police about the two dangerous nutters, who knows even murderers, who had got through the doors of Lynnewood.
Lest readers believe that Lynn’s thieving ways led to a totally happy ending with Lynn Jones removed from the sphere of people whom she could enjoy causing as much distress as possible, I have to disappoint you. Lynn Jones got another job – as the live-in warden of the flats for disabled people owned and managed by the North Wales Housing Association in Llangefni. Where there were numerous complaints about Lynn Jones bullying and abusing tenants. Lynn was not removed.
Blow the whistle on criminal conduct in health and social care? You’ll never work again. Get a job as a receptionist, shag a Top Doctor, get sacked for stealing, get another job, abuse patients, steal hundreds from your employer, get sacked again? You’ll be given a properly paid, full-time job with accommodation, ‘looking after’ vulnerable people. Furthermore, you’ll stay in the post in the face of numerous serious complaints.
I have since been told that the GP on Anglesey was not the only Top Doctor who lived on Anglesey with whom Lynn Jones explored Uganda…
No wonder she was bomb proof.
Lynn Jones was busy trying to construct a witness to Dafydd’s wrongdoing as a possible murderer right in the middle of the North Wales Police investigation into the possibility of a paedophile ring in north Wales/Cheshire.
People who have followed this blog from its beginning will know that the North Wales Housing Association equals Gwynedd Social Services where colluding with crime at the expense of the people to whom it supposed to be providing a service is concerned. See previous posts for details. Readers will also recall that the deal struck between the paedophile gang and a predatory woman to fleece F – Bob Tresman’s patient who witnessed abuse of boys in the care of Gwynedd County Council and was rash enough to challenge the social workers over it as well as tell other people what was going on – and deny him access to his child while that child grew up in the care of a family which included two child abusers, involved the North Wales Housing Association. One of the material rewards for the predators were two North Wales Housing Association new builds in Bethesda, one for the mother of the baby who was hijacked and a house next door for her daughter (see post ‘It’s All About Protecting Children’). That NWHA bit of the scam involved Gwynedd Councillor Dafydd Orwig.
Someone else moved into a North Wales Housing Association new build just months later, down the road from the predators – Olga, another predator who had set up the honey trap to snare F in the first place. I need to mention here that at the time – 1993 – social housing was at a real premium in Gwynedd, there was a very great shortage and families with several children waited a long time for housing. So it was obviously fishy when the predators all received NWHA properties in the village of their choice, in close proximity to teach other, when they had been on the waiting list only a matter of weeks.
Olga really landed on her feet because Olga had previously been such a bad tenant that under normal circumstances she would have had great trouble finding someone else willing to let a property to her. While the dastardly plan was being constructed and implemented, Olga lived in a house in Rachub known as ‘The Bakery’, which she rented from, as might be expected, The Baker. Olga’s house was the house next door to the bakery in Rachub, but the bakery had expanded so greatly that it had relocated to a much bigger premises at the end of the road. There was another bakery in Rachub as well, a much smaller bakery which was located in the village square, near the shops. The bakery owned by Olga’s landlord was a massive bakery when considered in the context of the size of Rachub. It was known as Cae Pobty Groes and employed much of the population of Rachub, especially the young people. Every other person seemed to work in the bakery.
I always wondered how that bakery thrived because most other businesses didn’t. Gwynedd had a terrible economic climate, Bethesda was full of shops available at very low rents, so hopeful people would take them on and try to sell crafts, hippy clothes, etc but would be out of business within months having lost a great deal of money. The only shop that seemed to be doing OK and which was sustainable was Spar in Bethesda. Yet the Rachub bakery was really busy, it worked all night and vans would distribute their produce right across Gwynedd. It has become very obvious to me in the past few years that, in the way that if someone crossed the path of Dafydd’s gang they would be put out of business no matter how sound their business was, the only businesses which thrived in the way that Cae Pobty Groes did was if there was some sort of collusion with the gang.
I was always aware of the tales from certain people who, in the 1970s and 80s, had moved to Gwynedd, often to run a little business and who had very, very bad experiences. You would hear of people who had upped and gone, saying that they had never met such vicious malicious bastards and how could people be so unpleasant. The sadness was that it was nearly always blamed on ‘the Welsh’. It wasn’t ‘the Welsh’, it was that sodding trafficking gang, they made everyone’s lives an absolute misery. People who knew the ropes would never, ever dare take them on, they knew what would be coming their way. It was the unsuspecting who, when met with threats and intimidation, would take the view ‘you are not going to do this to me’ and go into battle. They would find that no-one would back them up, no-one, even those who privately would be very sympathetic. Everyone was simply terrified of the gang.
It’s over Dafydd. You might not have realised it yet deluded old git that you are, but you are finished, as are your henchmen.
When Olga lived at ‘The Bakery’, she trashed the house and left it in a very bad way. I didn’t know the baker but I was told that he was not happy. It didn’t matter, no-one pursued Olga to cough up for the damage, she just moved straight into that nice NWHA place in Bethesda, her reward for shafting An Enemy Of The Paedophiles.
Records at Companies House name two of the Directors of Cae Pobty Groes as being Marion Williams and Gwyn Williams, who’s addresses are given as Tan-y-Bwlch Road, Llanllechid, which is the location of that bakery. However, the business is registered at a Manchester address…
Whatever is going on re the bakery, perhaps someone would like to provide full details of Olga’s role in fleecing and framing a victim of the trafficking gang and give the names of everyone else involved.
Recent posts regarding the cartel of Top Docs right across north Wales who got together and ensured that no woman could access an NHS abortion – even years after abortion was legalised – yet were happy to refer any woman who had money for any reason at all to a private abortion clinic in Chester caused someone who was a victim of the gang in the 1970s/80s to e mail me. She has given me the names of schools on Anglesey which she tells me were locations of activity for the abuse gang and she also maintains that staff at Stanley Hospital at St Asaph were involved with the gang. Liz Stables worked at the Stanley Hospital, the Angel who spent years helping D.G.E. Wood facilitate the part of the gang which operated in the Student Health Centre at UCNW. Eirian Llwyd, the wife of the former Deputy FM for Wales, Ieuan Wyn Jones, also worked as an Angel/midwife at the Stanley Hospital in St Asaph (see post ‘Tan yn Llyn’). My correspondent has asked me if I knew the name of the abortion clinic in Chester which had the arrangement with the trafficking gang because she too found out what was going on but was never able to find out the name of the clinic.
Until earlier today, I was in exactly the same position as my correspondent. I know that women were being offered private abortions on demand by Top Docs in north Wales, including by D.G.E. Wood, if they agreed to hand over the dosh. I know women who didn’t even want abortions who were offered abortions in Chester. But I never ever found out the name of the ‘clinic’. However, this afternoon, I received an e mail telling me that the Grosvenor Nuffield Nursing Home in Chester was licensed to perform abortions from 1981. The Grosvenor Nuffield was the private hospital in Chester – Dafydd held ‘clinics’ there until he was thrown out by the Grosvenor Nuffield in the late 1980s/early 1990s.
Looks like abortions in north Wales were pretty much Dafydd’s domain then.
I have come across another phenomenon: Dafydd and the gang telling third parties that women who had complained about them had had abortions when those women most definitely had not. The gang forged documentation as well, so it is entirely possible that these abortions which never took place are appearing on the records of girls and women whom that lot wished to discredit. I know of one woman who was completely baffled when she was told by some relatives that she had had an abortion when she lived in north Wales. Not only had she never had an abortion or even requested one, but she had a liberal view of abortion herself and had supported friends who had had abortions. She would never have hidden the fact or lied if anyone had ever asked her if she had ever had a pregnancy terminated. At the time she just presumed that this was just one more bit of insanity emanating from some relatives who were nuts at the best of times, but as the enormity of Dafydd’s ring and their crimes became evident in the wake of Waterhouse etc she began wondering exactly what it might all have been about.
Tried and tested mid-20th century smears were routinely applied to Women Who Complained. At the Waterhouse Inquiry, Ronnie Waterhouse implied that Alison Taylor had given birth to a child who had been adopted and had given birth to another baby before she was married. A Doubly Scarlet Woman! Neither allegation was true. One of Alison’s children is indeed adopted – she was adopted by Alison – and Alison had been married for some time before her other child was born. Not that it would have mattered if this had not been the case, but while Alison was giving evidence about the most serious crime, Waterhouse was concerning himself with whether she had been married when her baby was born.
This was in 1997. Miranda was PM. Alison was questioned about these matters in public. Where were the Wimmin in the face of this fuckwittery?
|The Woman Who Founded Welsh Wimmin’s Aid. In 1997 she was sitting on South Glamorgan County Council and was Vice-Chair of the Social Services Committee. In 1983 she had stood as the Labour candidate for the constituency of Cardiff North.|
|This Woman Who Was Married To The Labour MP For Cardiff West. She Also Sat On South Glamorgan County Council, As Well As On Cardiff City Council. On 2 May 1997, She Became The Labour MP for Cardiff North.|
|This Woman Was Labour MP For Cynon Valley And A Member Of The International Development Select Committee.|
|This Woman Was Married To A Windbag And Was Labour MEP For South Wales East.|
- This Woman Had Been One Of The Social Workers Responsible For The Children In The Care Of Gwynedd County Council When They Were Beaten, Raped And Trafficked For Sex, Including To Dolphin Square. In 1997 She Was A Member Of The Welsh Language Board And Lecturing On Best Practice In Matters Social Work/Equality/Diversity.
The Welsh Language Board was put on a statutory basis as a consequence of the Welsh Language Act 1993. Previous posts (eg. The Cradle Of Filth’) have discussed how the Tory Gov’t were persuaded to pass a Welsh Language Act which they were lukewarm about at very best by that bestest friend of Dafydd and the paedophiles, Lord Wyn Roberts. The Welsh Language Gov’t Bill which led the to Act was introduced to the Lords in Dec 1992; received it’s second reading in Jan 1993; the Report on the Bill was presented to the Lords in Feb 1993; the third reading of the Bill in the Lords took place in Feb 1993. The second reading of the Bill in the Commons took place on 26 May 1993 and was unopposed. The Report and the third reading of the Bill in the Commons took place on 15 July 1993.
In Dec 1992, F’s baby was born at Ysbyty Gwynedd. Within two weeks F had been ejected from the family home, was made destitute and had been denied all access to his baby. In Feb 1993, Jackie Brandt, the Gwynedd social worker who had previously unlawfully detained me, refused to answer any questions about the matter and had subsequently perjured herself in Court in Chester in an attempt to have me imprisoned (see post ‘Some Big Legal Names Enter The Arena’), told the North Wales Police that I had screamed and yelled at her in Safeways in Bangor, such that she thought that I was going to ‘attack’ her. I was with F at the time and I had not said anything to Brandt at all in Safeways. Although Brandt made allegations about both F and me, it was only me who was subsequently charged with causing Brandt ‘fear and distress’ such that she ‘feared the use of immediate violence’. I was charged in March 1993. I pleaded not guilty and my trial took place in July 1993. Brandt admitted that she had lied and began crying in the witness box. She agreed with my solicitor Alwyn Jones that no, I had not said anything to her in Safeways, she had continued with her shopping and had not asked anyone in the busy store for help. There were no witnesses to my potentially murderous attack on Brandt in Safeways. I was found guilty because I had ‘stared at’ Brandt and I had to cough up £60.
The North Wales Police ended their investigation into a possible paedophile ring in north Wales/Cheshire in 1992 and stated that they had found no evidence to suggest that such a ring existed.
The people who stuffed F over and Brandt were among the many people who were facilitating the paedophile ring which didn’t exist.
Yma O Hyd!
At Bangor University’s Student Health Centre, students who became pregnant were offered abortions on demand at the ‘clinic’ in Chester if they paid up. Duncan Orme’s collegue, Fiona Woolmer the Wimmin’s Officer, produced documentation for students who were using the services of Wood’s abortionist pal in Chester, explaining the routine. Not the medical details obviously, although Fiona did explain that any student having an abortion must NOT travel to and back from the clinic by train, they had to get a friend to give them a lift there and back in a car. Why? Because according to Woolmer, after an abortion, travelling on a train is Dangerous, because women can bleed so heavily that they can die and that in the past, students had ‘had serious problems’ coming home on the train.
Now Fiona Woolmer was stupid but I wasn’t. I could not understand WHY girls were being told not to travel on a train post-termination because it was ‘dangerous’. No it isn’t, if a termination is carried out properly and the woman is looked after, there is no danger on trains or anywhere else.
That is IF the abortion is carried out properly. But those abortions at the ‘clinic’ in Chester were not being carried out properly were they Wood/Stables/Orme/Woolmer? You were sending girls to an abortionist who was demanding money from them because every Top Doctor in north Wales had conspired to unlawfully deny women access to NHS abortions and whoever that abortionist was, whether they were at the Grosvenor Nuffield or elsewhere, was known to be putting their lives as risk. Were there not proper facilities at the Grosvenor Nuffield? Because in 1984 no woman should have had to be warned that she might bleed to death after a termination if she sat on a train. You need to explain exactly why those terminations carried out at this mysterious private clinic in Chester were so dangerous.
1984 in Bangor and Chester. Not 1884. Not 1984 in Catholic South America. 1984 in Bangor and Chester.
What did you think that you were all doing? Abortion in Wales was legal, had been legal since 1967 and you were forcing women into the hands of a butcher who charged them for the pleasure of putting them at risk of dying.
Furthermore, there was great pressure on students who became pregnant to have abortions, because UCNW were wholly unsupportive to students who became pregnant and wanted to keep the baby. Such students were completely abandoned. I described in a previous post how a couple who graduated in 1984 (the same year as me) chose to keep their baby and wrote about it afterwards in the student magazine, telling of how they were in complete despair because no-one helped them, although they were delighted when their baby was born. One, or it might have been both, of those students, were English students. Peter Field was one of the lecturers in the School of English. Field is an enthusiastic Catholic and when one of my friends began working in the School of English just a few years ago, she was gobsmacked when Field handed her a roll of anti-abortion stickers and told her that she might like to stick them onto students’ course work before returning it after marking. My friend did not avail herself of that opportunity.
Peter Field knew about the trafficking gang and he knew the reasons why they ruined the life of Dave Nunn, one of the lecturers from the School of English, after Dave Nunn had a breakdown. Dave Nunn subsequently became one of the Disappeared during the run up to the Waterhouse Inquiry. See previous posts. Perhaps Field could shed light on this.
Although it was known that there was no support for students who wanted to keep babies if they became pregnant – indeed according to Fiona Woolmer’s Advice For Wimmin, some Depts were actually ordering students to leave UCNW immediately if they disclosed that they were pregnant – in 1983, one student in the Plant Biology Dept became pregnant and was treated very, very differently. She was treated exactly as everyone else should have been. She attended lectures but would have a kip in the junior common room if she needed; when she was very heavily pregnant, staff would arrange the furniture to ensure that she was comfortable and after she had the baby, Olivia, she took the baby into lectures and breast fed her on demand. Which was quite unusual for 1983 and very much at odds with the attitude shown towards other students.
At the time I thought that this student, Ruth Manion, was being treated more respectfully because she was a mature student – she was in her late 30s/early 40s – who did not allow herself to be kicked around like the younger students. Recently I have remembered a few things about Ruth Manion. She did not get on with a lot of the staff and some of them were downright rude about and to her. There was a bunfight in the zoology practical classes involving Ruth because she took issue with animal work. The demonstrators were ordered to pander to Ruth and pretend that creatures used in classes were not destroyed, although as one PhD student cheerily admitted to me ‘what she doesn’t know is that we chucked them all in the bin as soon as she left the lab.’ I’m not talking fluffy bunny rabbits here – they were cut up and chucked in the bin in the Pharmacology Dept at St George’s Hospital Medical School daily – the creatures in the zoology practicals at Bangor were weird little sea creatures. The Animal Liberation Front were not so concerned with their fate, but Ruth Manion was. There were bunnies and bigger mammals used for research at Bangor at the time, but they were secreted from view in the Animal House and were used for ‘research’ by the biochemists at Bangor who were working in collaboration with the Top Docs at Ysbytyt Gwynedd. There were no complaints at all about that from Ruth Manion or anyone else.
Ruth Manion had ended up as a student in the Dept of Plant Biology after she clashed with the Dept of Agriculture in a very big way in her first year. The Agri Dept was famously dysfunctional, was peopled by absolute bastards and grossly incompetent bastards at that, who conducted vicious personal attacks on students (see post ‘Not Seen Since The 80s – Carwyn’). Mary Wynch had been working as a secretary in the Agri Dept when Dafydd and the gang had her arrested and unlawfully imprisoned. Not one of them supported Mary, even when her case made legal history and she was headline news a few years later. The Agri Dept had its own farm at Aber, which was a standing joke among local farmers in Gwynedd as well as the offspring of the landowners who enrolled for Agri degrees at UCNW, because College Farm went bankrupt. It was bailed out by UCNW, rebranded as University Farm because that sounded grander and also because students could be openly heard mocking ‘College Farm’ while doing imitations of J.B. Owen, the tosser of the Head of the Agri Dept. A few years later, University Farm went bankrupt again. The locals absolutely howled with laughter.
Years later, two farmers in the Ogwen Valley told me that Prof J.B. Owen was the problem and that he was nasty, spiteful, grossly incompetent and furthermore was Of Dafydd’s Gang. J.B. Owen was from a landowning family on Anglesey and his forebears had donated the money which founded the Agri Dept at UCNW. He wasn’t in post when Dafydd arrested Mary; J.B. Owen was Called Home from Aberdeen University (see previous posts) as the distress flare was sent up in the wake of Mary beginning litigation.
While all this was happening, Richard Howarth, the Prof of Agricultural Economics, was appointed as an adviser to Thatcher’s Gov’t. Howarth disappeared without trace in the mid-1990s, as the Waterhouse Inquiry approached. See previous posts.
Professor Wynn Humphrey Davies, the old boy who spent much of his career at Imperial College after graduating from UCNW in the Dark Ages and who came from Liberal Party Royalty (see post ‘I Told You I Was Trouble’), served as Chairman of the Finance Committee at UCNW for 23 years, including throughout the serial bankruptcies of the Agri Dept’s farm, so Wynn must have been one of those who was nodding through the millions to bail out the Agri Dept. UCNW was known to have had very serious financial problems for many, many years. The Treasurer of UCNW for eons until he died a few years ago was Elwyn Jones, a bent solicitor from Bangor. Elwyn Jones was a twat of the highest order, he spent most of his time at Bangor Golf Club with the other paedophiles’ friends while his clients were fitted up by Dafydd’s gang. Elwyn Jones did provide an excellent service to one client though – the woman who fleeced F and hijacked his baby.
Elwyn had been her lawyer for years and knew her family. I saw the letters that Elwyn wrote to F and the fallacious allegations within, as well as the constant demands for money, although Elwyn Jones knew that F had been left destitute. As F sat in Ysbyty Gwynedd penniless – he was admitted to the psych ward by Tony Francis because of the concern that the stress would exacerbate his long-standing illness, or at least that was the cover-story – he received a demand from Elwyn and his client that F should sell the only thing that he still owned, a second hand car that he had purchased at the request of his former partner when she became pregnant. After the car was duly flogged, F heard no more. The demands for money began just after F married again when Elwyn began demanding money from F’s new wife… Elwyn was told to fuck off.
Elwyn Jones was the son of another Bangor solicitor and the former Labour MP for Conwy, another Elwyn Jones, but a Sir Elwyn Jones. Not to be confused with another crooked solicitor of a paedophiles’ friends, the Elwyn Jones of a previous era who became the Attorney General, Lord Elwyn-Jones. See previous posts for info on the two bent Elwyn Jones’s. Elwyn Jones the son of Sir Elwyn, as opposed to Lord Elwyn, shared a practice in Bangor with David Jones, the Freemason and at present the Tory MP for Clwyd West, who when he was young, worked as a solicitor in Ruthin, in the same practice as the loyal paedophiles’ friend Ieuan Wyn Jones. Ruthin is the nearest town to Denbigh. Ieuan Wyn Jones was born in Denbigh and his dad was a Nonconformist Minister in the area. David Jones’s wife is an Angel and both David and the Angel are opposed to abortion! Cameron appointed David Jones Secretary of State for Wales when Cameron was organising the Review and whitewash of the Waterhouse Inquiry by Lady Justice Julia Macur. See post ‘The Right Honourable David Jones MP’ for more info on David Jones and his network of paedophiles’ friends.
I now realise that Ruth Manion will have gained knowledge of some sort of wrongdoing at UCNW and because she was a woman to make a fuss – a REAL fuss, not just polite complaints a la the monsters Baker and Brown – when she became pregnant, people were very, very careful how they treated her. By the time that Ruth was pregnant, she was a student in the Plant Biology Dept where D.G.E. Wood’s wife Chris Wood worked as a senior lecturer. Furthermore, one of the Profs in the Dept of Plant Biology was Peter Greig-Smith, who knew the Cambridge botanist Prof Edred Henry Corner, who was Douglas Hurd’s uncle (see post ‘Additional Security Measures’). Hurd was one of those in Thatcher’s Cabinet who was concealing the crime in north Wales. Greig-Smith’s son, another Peter, was a Top Doc in Liverpool, another branch of Dafydd’s Empire Of Crime.
It has been suggested to me that the stick that Ruth Manion was wielding was her knowledge of what was happening to me, but I suspect that she uncovered crap in the Agri Dept before she ever knew me. The Agri Dept had some sort of connection with the 5th Lord Kenyon, Lloyd Tyrell-Kenyon, who for decades was the President of UCNW and whose son Thomas was caught sexually abusing a boy in care in north Wales but who faced no charges. Thomas subsequently made allegations of theft against the boy, who was sent to a detention centre. Thomas died of HIV/AIDS in 1993, just weeks apart from his dad. Lord Kenyon was, among many, many other things: a Director of Lloyds Bank; Chairman of Clwyd Health Authority; a Flintshire County Councillor; a member of the North Wales Police Authority; the most senior Freemason in north Wales… See post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’. Lord Kenyon had ‘interests in agriculture and health’.
No-one was going to tangle with Ruth Manion when she fell out with the Agri Dept. After clashing with J.B Owen, Ruth Manion was rescued by Prof John Harper, the other Prof in the Dept of Plant Biology, who recommended that she change course and join the Plant Biology Dept. John Harper was a plant population biologist. So I was intrigued to find that after the paedophiles’ friend in heavy camouflage, Prof Eric Sunderland, became Principal of UCNW in 1984 when the paedophiles in distress sent up yet more flares, he co-authored with John Harper. See previous posts. Eric Sunderland was a social anthropologist and he and Harper worked really hard to find a way of combining their research interests to produce that paper. These days cross-disciplinary research is encouraged, but even now, social scientists and ecologists have only recently begun working together. Eric and Harper might have been changing the academic landscape, but they only did it once, in that paper and no-one noticed anyway.
I was told by a retired biologist from Bangor a few years ago that John Harper was a fraud and plagiarised nearly all of his work from his PhD students and post docs. So who’s work was ripped off by two paedophiles’ friends in senior positions at UCNW then?
The father of Ruth Manion’s baby was a post-doc in the Dept of Zoology called Daniel. After the baby was born, Daniel landed a really plum job out in I think Egypt, when such jobs were virtually impossible to get. Ruth stayed in north Wales for a while and then left the area.
Ruth’s baby Olivia was born with a displaced hip and was operated on as a newborn. Once again, those Top Docs who treated everyone like turds were very, very nice to Ruth. It won’t have made them competent surgeons, but Ruth won’t have been in any position to assess their clinical skills; the point was that they kept smiles on their faces and civil tongues in their heads in front of Ruth, there was no screaming at her to withdraw her complaints or telling her that they felt like throwing her down the stairs.
This all took place in the University of which Carlo was Chancellor. Young women students sent into the hands of an abortionist who was known to be so dodgy that their lives were at risk.
Where does this leave the wisdom of Laurens van der Post?
Although women with money in north Wales were able to access abortion on demand from the dangerous sleazebag in Chester, women without money could not, under any circumstances. If they did request an NHS abortion, as explained in recent posts, they were sent to Denbigh to be ‘assessed’ by Dafydd. After which they would still be refused an abortion, no matter what they agreed to do with him. So where did those babies go? I know that some were forcibly and illegally removed from their mothers and handed over for adoption, but there are huge numbers left unaccounted for.
Westminster Gov’ts knew that this was happening. Abortion and birth statistics have been compiled for years and indeed I have recently found the abortion stats for England and Wales from 1971 onward, in ‘The Guardian’ Political Almanac 1993/4 that I purchased recently when I was rooting around in a second hand bookshop. My, that book brought back memories and there are a few interesting things in there. However, the figures for abortions in England and Wales since 1971 were not broken down, only combined figures were provided. Yet Gov’t data sets will have the broken down figures and it will have been known that there were no NHS abortions being performed in north Wales, throughout the 1970s and the 80s. Ministers in every political party will have known it and certainly all politicians with any responsibilities for Wales or the NHS will have known. It will have been why the famously anti-abortion Ann Widdecombe, who knew bugger all about north Wales and cared even less, targeted Anglesey as a suitable seat when she was seeking nomination as a Tory Parliamentary candidate (see post ‘Doris Karloff – Honest About Her Expenses But Not Much Else’). All the County Councillors across north Wales will have known it as well, including this superannuated Blair’s babe who was elected for Conwy in May 1997, as the Waterhouse Inquiry insulted the victims of Dafydd’s gang:
Not only is Betty a former Gwynedd County Councillor and the former Mayor of Arfon, but she was born in the St David’s Laundry in Bangor (see post ‘The BMA And It’s Ethics’). Betty are you sure that your mum was the person whom you thought that she was, what with all that abducting of babies in the St David’s Laundry? Betty trained with the best paedophiles’ friends at the Normal College, Bangor. Betty subsequently worked in a community centre and for Christian Aid. Betty refused to respond to constituents who told her that they had been abused by the mental health services in north Wales.
The Brothers Grimm knew about the ‘no abortions unless you had over the filthy lucre to the filthy man in Chester’ policy:
Gordon Bennett knew:
They all bloody well knew.
‘Is the coast clear of those elderly paedophiles yet, is it safe to sneak out of school and go and buy some ciggies?’
Herman and his Hermits also had hits with ‘Oh You Pretty Things’ and ‘You Won’t Be Leaving’.
Top Doctors in other parts of the UK will have been fully aware of what their colleagues in north Wales were up to, particularly Top Doctors working in Obs and Gynae and Paeds. While I was rooting around in the bookshop where I found ‘The Guardian’ Political Almanac 1993/4, I found another volume by a Top Doc of yesteryear – Dr Hugh Jolly. People who had children in the 1970s will never forget dear old Hugh Jolly, star of TV and radio. Hugh Jolly was the Top Doc to go to at that time in terms of advice re pregnancy, birth and child care. Jolly took over from Benjamin Spock, the guru of the previous generation.
I purchased – for £1 – Jolly’s ‘Book Of Child Care’ (1975), ‘a complete guide for today’s parents’, published by Sphere Books Ltd, of Gray’s Inn Road, London. The book came highly recommended by ‘Women’s Weekly’ – who described Dr Jolly as ‘England’s leading paediatrician – as well as ‘The Times’. There’s a nice photo of Hugh on the back cover, looking pompous but almost approachable, wearing a bow tie and what Viz magazine would call an ‘insincere smile’.
I had a quick flick through the volume and I was glad to find that Hugh was full of sensible advice, reassuring parents not to freak out about nudity, masturbation or other infant habits which can elicit over-reactions. Hugh does however warn his readers that children need to be warned about child molesters and thus one must tell them that they must ‘never accept lifts or go off with strangers because a few mentally ill people wish to harm little children’.
|The Viscount Tonypandy, Methodist Lay Preacher, Labour MP for Cardiff West, Secretary of State for Wales, Speaker of the House|
|Sir Peter Morrison, PPS to the PM|
Christ, here’s another one on the horizon, backs against the wall lads…
Hugh Jolly died in March 1986, two months before Oliver Brooke, the Professor of Paediatrics at St George’s Hospital Medical School was jailed for the possession of child porn. Ollie was a key figure in the pan-European paedophile ring of which Dafydd et al in north Wales/Cheshire were a part. Many of Ollie’s colleagues at St George’s knew what he was doing and some of them assisted him.
The Royal College of Physicians ‘Lives Of The Fellows Online’ tells us that Hugh Jolly ‘was born in the Isle of Man, where his father was a Reverend Canon…Hugh was educated at Marlborough College and Sydney Sussex College, Cambridge, where he was in the water polo team, before proceeding to the London Hospital. He used to recall that even as a student he was fascinated by paediatrics, so much so that he would run the two miles from his teaching hospital to the Queen Elizabeth Hospital for Children, Hackney, in order to arrive for the rounds on time – chewing sandwiches on the way.
Children in Hackney were targeted by organised abuse gangs as long ago as the 1950s and during the 1970s and 80s they were sent to children’s homes in north Wales and then trafficked back down to London (see post ‘Apocalypse Now’ and ‘The Bodies Beneath Canary Wharf’). The Top Docs of the London Hospital knew what was happening.
[Jolly] qualified…in 1942. This was during the 1939-45 war and post-qualification jobs had to be few before joining the Services. Hugh’s were at the London [Hospital]. He then joined the RAMC, serving in the United Kingdom, Normandy and North West Europe; ending his service with the rank of captain and dermatologist to the Allied Forces in the Netherland East Indies, a speciality he quoted as being invaluable in his subsequent career.
After the war he renewed his acquaintance with paediatrics as house physician to Wilfrid Sheldon, later Sir Wilfrid, the first Royal paediatrician, at the Hospital for Sick Children, Great Ormond Street. There was immediate empathy between them and they shared an enthusiasm for a clearer understanding of children’s illnesses, as well as a sense of humour and a lifelong love of gardening.
Hugh Jolly realized that to be a ‘whole’ paediatrician he needed a knowledge of paediatric surgery and at considerable personal and financial sacrifice (he was poor in those days) he opted to postpone promotion and become a house surgeon at the same hospital before climbing the usual medical ladder to senior registrar. In November 1951 he was appointed consultant in Plymouth; the first full-time paediatrician in an area which included large parts of Devon and Somerset as well as the whole of Cornwall. There were only part-time paediatricians in Taunton and Truro, between Bristol and Land’s End. For the first three months he elected to become a ‘resident’ again, at the Children’s Hospital, Cincinatti. Back in Plymouth, only a man of his enormous energy could have achieved so much. His new ‘cubicalized’ ward attracted innumerable admiring visitors, even from abroad. He broke the isolation of children in hospital by encouraging parents to live in with their children, as well as by daily visiting.
A Top Doctor Who Knew About The Horrors In North Wales Who Was Elected As A Labour MP For Plymouth In 1966, Retaining The Seat Until He Went To The Lords In April 1992, Days Before The Brighton Firebomb Killed Five Witnesses To The North Wales Child Abuse Scandal:
Hugh made over 400 domiciliary visits annually, always with the general practitioner (the limit for payment was 200 visits), and he found time to visit prisoners in Princetown gaol to talk to the pre-release groups about the problems they would have to face on return to family life, and also to understand better the criminal mind.
During his first 10 years as a consultant he attended a vast number of medical meetings, where he always made penetrating and usually apposite remarks. In later years they were often more controversial. At this time he also managed to be honorary secretary of the paediatric section of the Royal Society of Medicine. There were no motorways to London then, so he travelled by car in the small hours. He infuriated his junior staff by doing a full ward round at about 4 a.m, with only the frightened night sister, before leaving for London. When the juniors came on duty at the normal time they had to sort out the myriad instructions left by ‘the boss’. They got their own back: Jolly crept in for his usual morning round, but this time he found his whole staff standing strictly to attention in starched white coats, or nurse’s uniforms.
I knew people who worked as Angels, including paediatric Angels, in the West Country in those days. I heard a great deal about the criminal wrongdoing in the NHS similar to that which prevailed in north Wales, but it seems to have been on a smaller scale in the West Country. It was however most definitely there and the people involved had links to Dafydd et al in north Wales.
Small wonder that in 1960 he was invited to join Doyne Bell at Charing Cross Hospital, London. In 1965 he became paediatrician in charge at Charing Cross, a post he retained until he retired in 1983. He turned his energies to the handicapped, and the child development centre at Charing Cross is a fitting memorial. He was also medical adviser to the Chailey Heritage Hospital. Generations of medical students flocked to his ward rounds and outpatients, as indeed did swarms of visitors – including many from overseas.
From 1961-62 he was seconded as professor of child health to University College, Ibadan, Nigeria. This fired his interest in the child health problems of the developing world, which continued until his death.
Jolly was probably the most widely travelled paediatrician. He would often suggest alterations to the running of a service which were clearly common sense, but sometimes his enthusiasm to improve a situation blinded him to local difficulties so that his efforts were counterproductive. Not surprisingly, his ideas would either be so welcome that he was invited to return or the reaction would be ‘Never again!’
Hugh was particularly welcome in Australia where he was a member of the Panel of Assessors, National Health and Medical Research Council, as well as adviser to ‘Parents’ Centres’ and the Nursing Mothers’ Association. His views on bereavement were movingly set out in a broadcast in Sydney in 1977 and later published: ‘Loss of a baby’, Aust.Paediatr. J. March 1978.
In the UK, there is still no support for parents who have lost a baby.
He examined abroad at the Universities of Benin and Nsukka, Nigeria; at Singapore and Riyadh, and at home for the Universities of Glasgow, Liverpool and London, as well as for the MRCP and DCH. As always, he demanded high standards which earned him a hawkish reputation, Other appointments included the Tropical Medicine Research Board, Medical Research Council, the advisory council of the British Society of Music Therapy, the editorial board of Excerpta Medica, the Bureau of Overseas Medical Service, the Down’s Children Association, the National Association for Hospital Play Staff, Nuclear Weapons FREEZE, Family Planning Association, Exploring Parenthood, and the Institute for Social Inventions – all examples of his catholic interest in wide areas of child care which was reflected in his departments both in Plymouth and at Charing Cross. Psychiatrists, psychologists and play therapists (Hugh was one of the first to introduce the latter) cooperated with him to establish a free and happy atmosphere where previously the rigidity of departments geared to adults had been the rule.
His first book, Sexual precocity, Springfield,111.,Thomas, 1955, gave the clearest understanding of the problem at that time and was a culmination of his thesis for MD Cantab, which won him the coveted Raymond Horton Smith prize. There followed a succession of books and articles, nearly all written in the small hours – sleep hardly seemed necessary. His student textbook Diseases of children, Oxford, Blackwell, first appeared in 1964; the fifth edition, in collaboration with M Levene, appeared in 1985 only shortly before his death. Its universal popularity speaks for its clarity and explains why it was translated into other languages. Even more widely successful was his Book of child care, London, Allen and Unwin, 1975, which ran to four editions and appeared in six other languages. His regular column in The Times during the 1970s culminated in collected articles (c.1973) entitled Common sense about babies and children, London, Unwin Paperbacks, 1983 and More common sense about babies, London, Pelham (also Sphere), 1978. Two new books appeared the year before he died: The First five years and The Grandparents’ handbook, London, Pagoda Books, 1985. In his later years he concentrated on bereavement and greatly influenced obstetricians, paediaticians and general practitioners to react more sympathetically to parents of stillbirths and miscarriages.
I’m not sure how Hugh Jolly influenced them because it is acknowledged that the treatment of such parents is still usually fairly brutal.
He also drew attention to the problem of the dying child. It was not surprising that the British Paediatric Association elected him an honorary member in 1985. He was also an honorary member of the section of paediatrics of the Royal Society of Medicine.
Through his numerous writings in medical and lay journals, and in newpapers, and by his appearances on television and his talks on radio, Hugh sought to establish a wider understanding of his patients: of their health, their behaviour, their illnesses and anxieties. This naturally involved parents and he was never happier than when talking through their difficulties. As a parent, it is unpleasant to hear oneself upbraided, but Jolly never spared the feelings of others if he believed he was acting in the best interests of his patient, whether the latter be newly born or a tyrannical teenager. He recognized that this upset parents, even to anger, but he would argue passionately in defence of his stance.
Translates as: ‘An absolute turd who lied about his own expertise and achievements, colluded with and concealed abuse and malpractice and utilised the time honoured method of blaming the patients.
Other media friendly Top Docs of the 1970s and 80s will have known of the abattoir in north Wales/Cheshire, including the star of the Mirror’s and ‘TV Times’ magazine’s ‘Dear Miriam’ pages, which so entertained Brown’s brother when he was a teenager:
That’s the Auntie Miriam of Baroness Oona of Diversity and Blair:
For information on Miriam’s links with those who ran the cesspit in north Wales and how she helped to keep it out of the media, see post ‘Comedies Of Menace’. For details of Baroness Oona and her extensive network of Wimmin and People With Radical Consciences, see post ‘We’ve Been Expecting You…’
The impossibility of accessing NHS abortions in north Wales had another consequence that showed up as a statistical outlier by the 1990s, after pregnant women and their families began to resist the pressure from Top Docs to be ‘assessed’ at Denbigh by Dafydd – a very high rate of one parent families. ‘The Guardian’ Political Almanac 1993/4 tells us that the 1991 census showed that Arfon (the area of Gwynedd which includes Bangor and Caernarfon, but excludes Anglesey, the Llyn and south Gwynedd) was among the 20 local authorities in England and Wales with the highest proportion of one parent families. The figure for Arfon was exactly the same as the figure for Bradford and all other local authorities in the ‘Top 20′ were inner city areas known for social-economic disadvantage. Arfon is in rural north Wales, with a completely different linguistic and cultural profile. It sticks out like a sore thumb, of course people will have noticed.
Could this be why good sociologists were so unwelcome at Bangor University? Sociologists who could understand data sets and ask the right questions about the glaring anomalies, rather than just spout crap about Wimmin, Diversity and Equality?
Cardiff and Swansea featured in the Top 20 of Shame and Scroungers as well. All other local authorities in the Top 20 have now been revealed to have had a problem with grooming and trafficking gangs. Of course that could never have been the case in Cardiff, Swansea and Arfon, all those investigations and inquiries looked for the evidence but there was none, no evidence at all.
In 1992, the Welsh Office under John Major’s Gov’t published The Patient’s Charter for Wales (in April); the Parent’s Charter For Wales (in Sept) and the Tenants’ Charter for Wales (in Sept). The Secretary of State for Wales at the time was David Hunt, who did everything possible to collude with and conceal the crimes of Dafydd and the gang. The deaths of Empowered Service Users, the abuse of kids in care and Empowered Service Users living in accommodation so bad that someone in Llanberis was reputed to be living in a cave continued apace after the publication of the Charters.
The Angel who was the key worker for the Empowered Service User who was living a cave near Llanberis was a man called Jed (or Ged).
‘We didn’t know.’
‘The Guardian’ Political Almanac 1993/4 also contained some data sets concerning the historical clear-up rates for different police forces in England and Wales. In 1979, the North Wales Police had one of the best clear up rates! However did they manage that when Dafydd’s gang had such a grip on the region that in 1978 a respectable middle aged university secretary was arrested, illegally imprisoned, banged up in the North Wales Hospital Denbigh for a year and none of the very serious white collar criminals involved ever stood trial? Clues as to the origins of the exemplary performance of the North Wales Police can be found in my post ‘Top Of The Cops’.
The Top Docs are being skilfully edited when they are interviewed in the media at the moment. Yesterday’s guest on Desert Island Discs was the neurosurgeon Henry Marsh, who was gushed over by the hideous Scottish woman who presents that programme. Henry trotted out his Media Narrative – I’ve heard it many times before, Henry has it well-rehearsed. He went to Oxford to do PPE, wasn’t happy, had an ill fated fling with an older lady, had a nervous breakdown, went into therapy at the hands of the Top Docs in Oxford and gosh were they good, Henry made a splendid recovery, landed a job as a porter in a hospital – one of the Top Docs got him the job – and Henry’s utter brilliance was spotted by a surgeon there who invited him into the theatre to watch surgery and at that point everyone realised that Henry Had To Be A Neurosurgeon. Thus it came to pass. As he reassured the Scottish gusher that he wasn’t an arrogant grandiose bastard, Henry selected a couple of Ry Cooder tracks along with the classical music to let us know that he was Down With The Kids. Henry did mention in passing that the problem with Top Docs earning big salaries is that some of them, just the odd few, can become corrupted. It’s not a big problem in the UK though, because they don’t earn enough for that to be happening.
At no point did Henry mention where he now teaches. Henry Marsh teaches at St George’s. Henry did fess up to working at the Atkinson Morley Hospital many moons ago, but he failed to explain that he has spent most of his career at the Atkinson Morley, which was the neurosurgical hospital attached to St George’s. Henry worked at the Atkinson Morley when I worked at St George’s and they were colluding with Dafydd’s gang and still facilitating the massive ring of which Ollie Brooke had been a major part just three years previously.
Professor Tom Burns, now of Oxford University, working alongside Bangor’s own Mindfulness guru Professor Mark Williams who previously worked with Dafydd and the gang (see post ‘The Biggest Expert Of The Lot), worked at the Atkinson Morley in 1990, when I told him what Dafydd et al were doing. Tom Burns told me face to face that he believed me, that he knew that this was going on, that ‘psychiatry attracts disturbed people’ and it was a big problem. Tom then wrote to Nicky Mitchell-Heggs, the corrupt Occupational Health physician at St George’s and told him that he thought that I had a paranoid personality disorder. In Dec 1991, when Tony and Sadie Francis had me arrested on the basis of their perjury, unbeknown to me Mitchell-Heggs contacted Burns to ask for his ‘help’, but he refused, saying that he ‘had nothing to offer’ me. Burns was outed as an abusive psychiatrist in a fly on the wall Channel 4 documentary not long after I left St George’s and not long after that Burns joined the merry crew at Oxford’s Dept of Psychiatry.
Tom Burns is a Gov’t adviser and he was responsible for the introduction of Community Treatment Orders, which have been imposed on thousands of people who are being forcibly injected with anti-psychotic medication in the comfort of their own homes, if, deemed necessary, while being held down by police officers. Burns was told when he came up with his stroke of genius that this would be the result and he sneered heartily at the suggestion that Top Docs and Angels would ever do such things. Burns has recently admitted that CTOs ‘have not worked as I expected’ and he’s asking for them to be scrapped. They won’t be, because they are bloody well there now and ooh they play an important role in the treatment of loonies who Stop Their Medication.
I have received info telling me that my private meeting with Burns in 1990 was filmed by the security services. Because of Ollie Brooke, MI5 had the whole of St George’s wired. They have footage of me giving Burns the full details of my encounters with Dafydd et al and Burns snapping at me ‘You think I don’t believe you? You think I’m an idiot don’t you? I do believe you, I know that it is going on…’
Then bloody well make a statement about it Burns, because a linked ring was operating in your own place of work. Witnesses and children were murdered.
See previous posts for full details of my Tom Burns Experiences.
I have no idea whether Henry Marsh was one of those colluding with the gangs, but he knew that his colleagues were not behaving as they should. He worked at St George’s throughout the Chamberlain-Pearce Scandal, throughout the Stuart Campbell Scandal and throughout the Rashmi Varma Scandal… (See eg. post ‘Now Then…’) All these were big, big cases involving research fraud, criminal misconduct, patient harm, all at St George’s within a few short years of each other. One of Henry Marsh’s neurosurgeon colleagues from Atkinson Morley used to pop over to visit the lab at St George’s where I worked. He was friends with my former colleague, the dreadful Deb Everard, who was concealing the criminal malpractice in the Obs and Gynae Dept (see previous posts)…
But what could be expected? The Dean/Principal of St George’s was Sir William Asscher, who was headhunted from the University Hospital Cardiff, after Ollie Brooke was jailed and the previous Dean deposed. Asscher had spent his whole career in Cardiff concealing George Thomas’s offending in south Wales and Dafydd and the gang in north Wales. Which is why he was called to help out at Paedophilia Grande in south London when disaster hit. See previous posts.
Desert Island Discs informed us that Henry Marsh’s stint as a porter took place at a hospital in the north east of England, the region which fed staff and children in care to Dafydd’s gang in north Wales. He then bagged a place to read medicine at the Royal Free in Hampstead, another stronghold of Dafydd’s mates and the hospital where Stuart Goddard aka Adam Ant was so appallingly treated that his mates got him out of there into a private hospital. Adam tried to talk to the media about the Royal Free, but a court order from a Top Doctor soon stopped that on the grounds that Adam didn’t know his own mind…
Duncan Orme kick-started his career in NHS management after doing all those favours for Dafydd and the traffickers with a training place at the Royal Free back in the 1980s…
So Henry Marsh has dropped in on all of Dafydd’s mates during his education and career. Henry Marsh may not be Of Dafydd, but he definitely knows about him.
The chaos in the Labour Party continues. They’ve been holding their conference in Liverpool and Dawn Butler, the Shadow Secretary of State for Wimmin and Equalities, made a speech in which she hailed the Militant-dominated Liverpool City Council of the 1980s, for ‘standing up to Thatcher and refusing to accept rate capping.’ They did indeed refuse to set a rate Dawn, but had the City Council not been part of Dafydd’s Crime Empire (see post ‘These Sharks Are Crap As Well’) and colluding with the trafficking gang, they could have brought Thatcher down by grassing up Peter Morrison and Jimmy Savile, who were personal friends of hers. Degsy knew about the gang (see post ‘I Warn You…’), Eric and Doris Heffer knew about the gang, John Hamilton knew about the gang, all the Militant Councillors knew about them. Liverpool sent children and vulnerable people to homes in north Wales and exported their drug addicts there as well. The gang also abused kids in institutions in Liverpool, including schools, children’s homes, hospitals and prisons. They ran the city. See previous posts.
When Degsy and two other Liverpool City Councillors were done for financial corruption in 1993, the trial was held in Mold Crown Court and the Presiding judge was Sir Ronnie Waterhouse. Waterhouse ordered the jury to acquit Degsy and pals. The trial was part of a much bigger police operation into civic corruption in Liverpool which collapsed because of the acquittals. See previous posts.
The family of the former Labour MP for Bootle, Michael Carr, might not agree with Dawn Butler that Militant created a paradise on Merseyside. Michael Carr was democratically elected after fighting Militant. Militant ran Walton Hospital, along with Dafydd’s mates. Michael Carr was in office for only 57 days before he died in 1990. He died after seeking help, twice, from Walton Hospital, after suffering a heart attack. Carr was told that he was just anxious, told to make an appointment to see his GP, put in a taxi and sent home. He died shortly afterwards. The conduct of the staff of Walton Hospital was considered to have justified criminal charges against them. The prosecution was blocked by the then DPP, Dame Barbara Mills, the sister-in-law of David Mills, who was married to Tessa Jowell. For the full details of Michael Carr’s slaying for spilling the pints of the paedophile gang, see post ‘News From Sicily’.
Michael Carr died in July 1990. In the middle of the North Wales Police investigation into the possible existence of a paedophile ring in north Wales and Cheshire. It was in July 1990 that four members of the Arfon Community Mental Health Team – two of whom had never met me – perjured themselves in Chester Court in an attempt to have me imprisoned. Fourteen charges against me were thrown out when it was clear that those giving evidence had lied repeatedly. There was no investigation into the perjury. The Court and judge were changed at the last minute and my barrister wasn’t told. She was sent to the wrong court. Documents now in my possession demonstrate that Gwynedd County Council knew about the change of venue and judge well in advance and a handwritten note was sent to the Arfon perjurers by the County Council’s lawyers – most probably by the crooked lawyer Ron Evans, who it is evident from my documents had worked for months to fit me up – providing them with instructions as how to get to the right court. They were also told to introduce themselves to the clerk of the court who would be expecting them and would tell them what to say and do in court and show them the affidavits with which they had to ‘familiarise themselves’. Which suggests that they hadn’t see those affidavits before, which they had sworn and signed a few days previously. For full details and names of the perjurers, as well as the corrupt lawyers and barristers involved, see post ‘Some Big Legal Names Enter The Arena’.
The Presiding judge – who, when the perjurers were caught red handed offered them more time to re-write their affidavits and bellowed at my barrister when she did finally arrive at the right court – was Justice John Roch, a mate of Sir Ronnie Waterhouse. Roch was rewarded for his services to an international trafficking gang by subsequently being appointed a Lord Justice of Appeal.
The Walton Hospital closed down years ago, but the staff were relocated to new hospitals, one of which was The Walton Centre. Which was where Nerys the Bangor sociologist who spilt the paedophiles’ pints back in the mid-1990s was told that there was ‘nothing that could be done’ by the Top Docs for her brain tumour and she died not long afterwards. At about the same time, a member of the trafficking gang developed a brain tumour and was treated by The Walton Centre. All the boats were pushed out and she made a full recovery. Dafydd’s mates ran The Walton Centre. See post ‘In Memoriam – Professor Robert Owen’.
It’s called Serious Organised Crime Dawn, they did not Bravely Stand Up To Thatch, they were gangsters who controlled the High Courts and they murdered people who got in their way.
The Baroness of Ely aka Eluned Morgan has got her hopes up with regard to her chances of becoming the next FM of Wales now that Mark Drakeford, the Hot Favourite, has encountered a bit of bad PR after his son was jailed for eight years for a violent rape (see post and comments following post ‘I Predict A Riot’). The Baroness has appeared in the media explaining that it would be outrageous if all the contenders were men. I think that it’s outrageous that all the contenders have colluded with and concealed a paedophile gang. The Baroness is telling everyone who will listen that she wants to be accepted on her own merits.
Readers who have been following this blog for a while will remember the source of entertainment that the Baroness provided some months ago. See previous posts.
Here’s a resume of the highlights of the Baroness who has made it on her own merits:
The Baroness’s dad was the Rev Bob Morgan, who was for years a South Glamorgan County Councillor and the Leader of the Labour group on the Council. Labour Councillors dominated South Glamorgan County Council. The Rev Bob, along with the rest of South Glamorgan County Council, ignored the abuse of children in care in south Wales and kept quiet about George Thomas’s assaults on children. The Rev Bob was involved with some charidee work with George Thomas. The Rev Bob was also one of the Councillors who gave the green light to the massive scam which was the development of Cardiff Bay, which transferred millions and millions of quid from the taxpayer into the pockets of a small number of already rich businessmen who were mates with Nicholas Edwards, Thatcher’s Secretary Of State For Wales and of course Edwards himself. Other beneficiaries were the Councillors of South Glamorgan County Council. See post ‘Corruption Bay Special’.
After the Baroness pulled herself up by her own bootstraps by attending Atlantic College, she did a degree in European Studies at Hull University. There was a trafficking ring in the Hull area linked with the rings in north and south Wales. Prezza of the Two Jags served as the MP for Hull for years, including when the Baroness was at university there. Prezza was Deputy Leader of the Labour Party and Deputy PM.
After graduation, the Baroness worked as a researcher for S4C, Agenda TV and the BBC. S4C and the BBC knew about the organised abuse in Wales but didn’t mention a word, although they frequently invited Dafydd on TV as an ‘expert’ to give his opinion.
In 1990, the Baroness served as an intern in the European Parliament for the Socialist Group. When the Baroness bagged that post, Llew Smith was the Labour MEP for South Wales East. Llew stood down in 1994 because the Windbag’s wife wanted the job. Llew wasn’t on the streets though, because in 1992, he’d been elected as the Labour MP for Blaenau Gwent, succeeding Michael Foot. The Rev Bob will have heard of him. In 1994, the Windbag came over all European as well and was appointed the European Commissioner for Transport. The lives of Famille Windbag since then are European Gravy Train History.
The Windbag’s son is married to the PM of Demark and their daughter, like the Baroness, went to Atlantic College. The husband of the PM of Denmark tried to keep it quiet, but he was outed online. The Baroness sat on the governing body of Atlantic College.
In 1994 the Baroness Of Ely became the MEP for Mid and West Wales and being the prodigy that she is, when she took her seat, the Baroness was the youngest MEP in the European Parliament. For her maiden speech, the Baroness sung ‘I Did It My Way’. The Baroness was re-elected in 1999 and 2005.
The Baroness was also the Labour Party’s European spokesperson on Energy, Industry and Science. She was responsible for drafting the European Parliament’s response to the Energy Green Paper and also took the lead role in negotiating on behalf of the Parliament the revision of the Electricity Directive. The Baroness stood down at the 2009 European Parliament elections. On leaving the Parliament she worked as the Director of National Development for SSE in Wales (SWALEC) from 2009 to June 2013, where she was responsible for establishing the new SWALEC Smart Energy Centre in Treforest. She was appointed Chair of the Cardiff Business Partnership. The Baroness is unacquainted with the term ‘conflict of interest’.
In Nov 2010 it was announced that the Baroness was to join Lord and Lady Windbag of Outrageous Troughing and Nepotism in the Lords. By Nov 2010 there were loud demands from all quarters for the police to reopen the investigation into the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal and for the cover-up which was the Waterhouse Inquiry to be reviewed.
In 2015 the Baroness was selected as a candidate for the 2016 Assembly election on the Mid and West Wales regional list. It’s great being on the regional list if everybody thinks that you’re a total idiot who has landed every position that you’ve ever got by being the Rev Bob’s daughter, because you don’t have to win an election to bag a seat.
The Baroness attended Atlantic College, which if it isn’t the most expensive public school in Wales, is the second most expensive. The Baroness stressed that she won a scholarship to Atlantic College. Scholarships to Atlantic College were available from South Glamorgan County Council, which was where the Baroness got hers from. When the Rev Bob led the Council.
The Baroness served on the Welsh Labour Party Executive for ten years and was appointed to the Welsh Assembly Advisory Group which was responsible for developing the standing orders of the National Assembly of Wales. She was a founding member of the Yes for Wales Cross Party group which campaigned for the Assembly to be established. So the Baroness created her own future job which certainly showed initiative, although I’m sure that she received a guiding hand from the Rev Bob.
The Baroness is a Fellow of Trinity College Carmarthen, which has long been run by the paedophiles’ friends and trained the Paedophile Of Ponty and S4C, John Owen (see post ‘Yet More Inglorious Bastards’). The Baroness is an Honorary Distinguished Professor and Fellow of Cardiff University. She was Chair of Live Music Now in Wales, a charidee which sends talented young musicians to care homes and special schools and demonstrates the transformational impact of music. Which must be the explanation for the low standards and constant abuse/neglect scandals in Wales’s care homes and special schools.
The Baroness is married to Rev Dr Rhys Jenkins who is a GP and also a non-stipendiary priest. So he concealed organised abuse in his capacity both as a Top Doctor and a Vicar.
I won’t know whether to roll around laughing if the Baroness becomes FM or to metamorphose into this:
The Public Inquiry into the ‘Tainted Blood’ Scandal has begun, to investigate how thousands of NHS patients were treated with blood products infected with Hep B, Hep C and in subsequent years, HIV. I haven’t had any time at all to research the background of those involved with the Inquiry, but if they want to save themselves a bit of time and bother, they’re welcome to read the posts that I wrote about it months ago.
The first problems began when Dr Death was a junior Minister in the DHSS. He knew that the NHS was using blood which was likely to be infected and talked about the importance of addressing the problem, but being Dr Death, he had far more important things to prioritise, like trying to become PM. The problem became far, far more serious under Thatcher’s Gov’t, because by then HIV had hit the US and people infected with HIV sold their blood, which was then purchased by the UK NHS. Thatch was told that buying blood products from the US was very, very dangerous because they were known to be infected. She ignored everyone on the grounds that buying blood products from the US was cheaper than keeping the UK MRC lab open, which was screening and treating blood products. The MRC lab was shut, infected blood was purchased from the US and thousands of people in the UK were given infected blood. Everyone knew that it was happening, including the Top Docs. No-one was told because we’re not allowed to Talk Down The NHS. The Tory junior Minister most culpable was Lord Simon Glenarthur, who was later a Director of the MDU. Ken Clarke was involved as well when he was at the DoH.
Get over it everyone, the Top Doctors have been given so much power that they kill people and no-one dares admit it was them wot did it. Simon Glenarthur was probably too thick to understand the very real danger of using infected blood products but the Top Docs knew exactly what was going to happen. They did not warn anyone. Thousands of people died.