Daniel “shatterboys” Wolstencroft is one of the IICSA Core Participants. (Daniel claims to have been abused by his grandfather who was the WARBURTONS patriarch.)
Whilst in his role as a Core Participant, Daniel took photos of some of the private IICSA information he was privvy too & then…
SHARED THEM WI HIS MATES!!
The following screenshots I have had for months but I wasn’t willing to publish JUST IN CASE it effected the inquiry negatively. (nae hope i was willing to take any blame for that!)
But i’ve been told by a very reliable source… THE IICSA KNOWS.
Oh… & this is THE SAME DANIEL WOLSTENCROFTthat I called out nearly two years ago
& THE SAME DANIEL WOLSTENCROFT that Hoaxtead Research Cult of trolls & Jimmy “the outlaw” have & are protecting!!
Gee, I wonder why……………….
29th JULY 2019
31st JULY 2019
FROM THE HORSES MOUTH…
In the video he states he only shared the Rochdale confidential information the night before it was due to be released anyway. THAT IS A LIE.
On Twitter he confirms it was the Rochdale report.. ( he is Empower The Invisible Project)
As can be seen below, we received copies of the info he shared on March the 13th 2018. It clearly states on the bottom left (in bright red) it is a CONFIDENTIAL DRAFT.
But the Rochdale report didn’t get released until April 2018..
So there goes his bullshite excuses!!
I am very very sorry to say that Robert died at about midnight last night.
His daughter Catherine has told me that he was in a very good mental place having enjoyed her visit and those of other close friends and having discussed some matters that he was keen to see done.
We have lost a great man and we must remember his last request which is for all his friends and supporters to fight injustice wherever it is to be found.
I am sure Robert would like us all to remember the good times and I am also sure that nothing would please him more than for us to continue with the baton to stand up against child abuse and the cover-up of this terrible crime.
Kindest Regards Brian G
More to follow….. no other posts today
For Robert our brother
Every last, tenuous lead had been followed to its conclusion, every unlikely theory had been explored. Witnesses were re-examined, morsels of evidence painstakingly re-evaluated. Yet still there was nothing.
So, by the end of this summer, the last rites in Operation Grange — the Metropolitan Police’s five-year, £12 million investigation into the disappearance of Madeleine McCann — were expected to have been played out.
Met chief Sir Bernard Hogan-Howe warned that the end was approaching in a radio interview two months ago. The team of detectives working on the case had been cut from more than 30 to two or three, he said, and when they had followed one remaining line of inquiry, the plug would have to be pulled.
This week, however, there has been yet another astonishing twist — one that has given the dying inquiry fresh impetus
The late broadcaster, humorist, politician and chef Sir Clement Freud at a party given by the publishing executive Victor Lowndes
Police are investigating what Freud knew about the disappearance of Madeleine McCann
Last Wednesday, I can reveal, two detectives from Operation Grange were quietly dispatched to Somerset to pursue a new avenue of inquiry. They spent 90 minutes interviewing Vicky Haynes, the 64-year-old grandmother who, in a haunting Daily Mail interview last week, told how she had been sexually abused as a 14-year-old girl by the late broadcaster, humorist, politician and chef Sir Clement Freud.
For Mrs Haynes suspects that Freud — who owned a secluded villa in the Algarve resort of Praia da Luz, a few hundred yards from the Ocean Club holiday complex from which Madeleine vanished in May 2007 — harboured crucial information about her fate.
And she fears that when the celebrated former Liberal MP died, aged 84, in 2009, he may have taken this grisly secret to his grave. Indeed, her son, Mason, told me he first emailed the Operation Grange team, to alert them to this disturbing suspicion, some three years ago, after they learned that Freud not only kept a holiday home in Praia da Luz, but that he invited Gerry and Kate McCann to lunch there, just two months after Madeleine went missing.
Mason is one of the world’s most respected close-protection guards.
Yet he says the Grange team either ignored or forgot about his message, and ‘apologetically’ retrieved it only this week after his mother told her story to the Mail.
‘When I heard about the connection between Clement Freud and the McCanns, a light-bulb was switched on in my head,’ he told me. ‘It makes no sense for a man we now know to have been a predatory paedophile to have invited them into his life, at that time, unless he had some ulterior motive.
‘My theory is that if you live somewhere for 25 years [the length of time Freud owned his Algarve villa] as a paedophile, you become part of the paedophile ring that exists in that area. You share information and stories; that’s how it works.
‘I think the abduction was carried out by that ring, and Freud knew something about what happened to the child. Either he invited Madeleine’s parents to his house to get some sick turn-on out of their visit, or he was trying to get information about where the police had got to with the investigation.
‘It is well-known by psychologists that paedophiles like to go back to the scene of their crimes. Perhaps this was his way of doing it.
‘Freud was 83 at the time. I’m not suggesting he went to that flat and abducted Madeleine himself. But you never stop being a paedophile, no matter how old you are, and I think he knew something.’
With those words in mind, it is chilling to recall that Kate McCann once described a nightmare in which she dreamt Madeleine was buried on a hillside on the outskirts of Praia da Luz . . . close to Clement Freud’s villa.
Many years ago, before the rugged western tip of Portugal morphed into a package-holiday destination favoured by middle-class families such as the McCanns, it attracted a very different type of Briton.
With its donkey-paced ambience, rustic villas that were as ridiculously cheap as the delicious local wine and fish, and a relaxed moral code (described by one long-time expat as ‘anything goes, as long as nobody knows’), it was then a magnet for Bohemian celebrities and minor aristocrats.
Among those lured to this furthermost tip of the Continent was Freud, whose diverse talents — including being the hangdog face of the nation’s favourite pet-food commercial (juxtaposed with his lookalike bloodhound, Henry) — had made him a national treasure.
The father-of-five also wrote children’s books and became a fixture for a time on the much-loved after-school programme Jackanory.
Perhaps not coincidentally, Clement Freud was a friend of the paedophile entertainer Rolf Harris, too, having given the Australian his entrée into the London club scene when he managed a West End nightspot. And after being elected as the maverick Liberal MP for the Isle of Ely, in 1973, he shared a Commons office with another serial child abuser, Cyril Smith.
Freud had homes in St John’s Wood and Suffolk. In 1987, after losing his parliamentary seat and acquiring a knighthood, he also bought a white-washed villa on the promontory overlooking Praia da Luz bay.
Sir Clement Freud’s villa in Praia da Luz
This cliff was later one of the places where Kate and Gerry McCann went jogging to ease their angst as they waited for news of Madeleine.
Freud often chronicled his summer exploits in Praia da Luz in his weekly column for The Times; and given how he chose to befriend the McCanns, we might find these jottings quite pertinent. While he waxed lyrical about his herb garden and citrus groves, which provided ingredients for his favourite Mediterranean recipes, and we learnt that he played golf and boules, he wrote little about the company he kept.
In fact, the only people he mentioned were his Portuguese ‘Maria’ — the maid who came each day to wash, clean and iron — and his secateurs-wielding gardener, Alfredo.
Was this perhaps because Freud didn’t want anyone to know about the dark company he kept?
After all, as the Madeleine inquiry revealed, the western Algarve, with its bucket-and-spade resorts, wide-open verandas and patios, and laid-back security, had become a teeming hive of paedophile activity.
One investigator said he knew of 38 child sex abusers living in the area; and between 2005 and 2009, the children of seven holidaying families were reportedly subjected to sex attacks — five before three-year-old Madeleine was taken from Apartment 5A at the Ocean Club, and two afterwards.
The names of paedophiles and suspected paedophiles based in Praia da Luz or nearby towns when Freud was a regular visitor are too many to mention. They include serial sex offender Raymond Hewlett, a Briton who was living on the Algarve with his wife and six children in May 2007, and became a prime suspect shortly before dying of throat cancer, aged 64, four years ago.
Another Briton, Chris Ridout, worked as a DJ in his parents’ pub, the Plough and Harrow, 200 yards from the Ocean Club. He was forced to flee the resort shortly before Madeleine disappeared, after he was alleged to be bombarding a 12-year-old local girl with lewd texts and indecent images. He is now thought to be living in the United States.
Ridout doesn’t have any convictions and says he was unfairly hounded after death threats.
Freud is said to have drunk on occasion in the Ridouts’ pub, which locals dubbed ‘The Plough and Paedo’ (daubing its new name in huge letters on the wall). Could it be that the knight of the realm (Clement Freud) was secretly consorting with loathsome men such as Hewlett?
Of course, Mrs Haynes and the three other women who have come forward in recent days to describe being assaulted by Freud were far older than Madeleine when he forced himself on them, and paedophiles typically choose their victims from a narrow age bracket.
Yet, as one expert told me, they also tend to gravitate towards others who share their proclivities, regardless of the type of victims they prefer.
Freud retained the five-bedroom villa, Casa da Colina, with its shaded pool, sunken terrace and pastoral tiles, until 2002, when he sold it to the current owner, Andrew Wright.
However, Mr Wright, from Devon, who now rents the property for £2,470 a week in high season, continued to make it available to Freud until he died. Intriguingly, he revealed that he had been contacted by Operation Grange detectives ‘about two years ago’, when he confirmed ownership of the villa.
This could suggest the Met squad hadn’t completely ignored the email sent by Mason Haynes after all.
The case is also being reviewed by a fresh team of Portuguese police officers based in Porto, in the north of the country. Yesterday, a source in the unit said they would look into the possible involvement of Freud — who was not mentioned once in the original 11,000-page case file.
‘This person [Freud] was never under investigation during the case, not even under British formal request,’ said the source. ‘This new information will be considered in the review we are now undertaking.’
And so to Madeleine’s disappearance. What evidence is there to suggest Freud might have been involved, however tangentially?
Thus far, the Freud family’s only comment has come from his son Matthew, a high-powered PR. Between expletives, he told a Mail reporter his father had been in Britain on May 3, 2007, the night she was abducted from her bed as her parents ate a tapas supper with friends in a nearby restaurant.
His assertion appears to be supported by the fact that Freud’s horse-racing column for the Sun was published two days later, on May 5.
By early July he was once again installed in Praia da Luz. As Kate McCann recalls in her book, at the beginning of that month they received a cryptic letter at their lodgings near the Ocean Club.
‘Dear McCanns,’ it began. ‘I have a house in P da L, been ashamed of the intrusion into your lives by our media . . . and if you would care to come to lunch/dinner at any time before Wednesday next, do ring and let me know.’
Doubtless sure of his culinary renown, he signed off with a droll aside: ‘I cook decent meals.’ Ironically, however, Kate and Gerry could barely remember who he was, and had to be reminded. Even so, they were touched by Freud’s gesture of ‘kindness and friendship’ (it came at a time when the tide of public opinion was turning against them, and they were falling under the unwarranted suspicion of the Portuguese police) and duly accepted his invitation.
Yet this week, when I asked several key players in the McCann saga what they made of Freud’s decision to place himself at the centre of the circus surrounding Madeleine’s disappearance, they said they found it odd, to say the least.
For Freud was an obsessively private man who always kept himself apart from the English ex-pats in the resort, and he is not remembered for his neighbourly gestures.
Residents described him as ‘reclusive’ and ‘aloof’, but most could barely recall seeing him at all. Was this frigid man really so moved by the McCanns’ plight? Or, as Mason Haynes ponders, was his gesture motivated by sinister self-interest?
‘I’d like to know what he had to gain by the meeting,’ he said.
The McCanns attended the luncheon accompanied by Gerry’s sister, Trisha Cameron, and her husband Sandy, and their then PR adviser Justine McGuinness, a former Liberal-Democrat parliamentary candidate. Though McGuinness and Freud had a political affinity, I am assured that the pair had never previously met and she did not fix the meeting.
McCann watchers suggest, however, that some part might have been played by Clarence Mitchell, who briefly handled the couple’s PR before McGuinness and would become their mouthpiece after she quit the role.
This is because Mitchell entered into a consultancy contract with Matthew Freud’s company a few months later. From his office in Brighton this week, Mitchell insisted this was a coincidence.
As Kate describes colourfully in her book, the lunch was an odd affair. Freud’s opening gambit was to offer his guests shots of strawberry vodka, though it was only just midday. He then prepared them, as Kate recalled, a ‘bloody marvellous’ watercress salad followed by mushroom risotto — ‘the best we’ve ever tasted’ — and regaled them with his trademark wit.
It might easily be construed as an innocuous occasion — until we remember that Freud took pleasure in cooking an elaborate meal for at least one of his victims (for whom he prepared a gourmet omelette) before thrusting himself on her.
Shortly after the lunch, eaten alfresco on the terrace, Freud returned to Britain but remained in touch with the McCanns by email, as Kate recounts. The Operation Grange team will no doubt wish to examine these exchanges, which might with hindsight prove telling.
He returned to Portugal on August 31, whereupon — again weirdly, we might think — he phoned Gerry McCann. Freud cracked a lame joke which compared what he said was his ‘poor circulation’ to that of the ailing Daily Express.
A few days later, when Kate and Gerry were in turmoil after being made arguidos, or suspects, by the Portuguese police, Freud invited them to his home again; this time at 9.50pm. Greeting them in his nightshirt, he offered them brandy and made another dry quip.
‘So, Kate, which of the devout Catholic, alcoholic, depressed, nymphomaniac parts is correct?’ he inquired, referring to the plethora of newspaper stories speculating on her character and parlous state of mind.
When the couple told Freud how sniffer dogs were supposed to have detected signs that someone had died in their apartment, he replied laconically: ‘So what are they going to do? Put them on the stand? One bark for yes, two for no?’
To Kate, who could have no idea about the kind of man they were consorting with, this was just the tonic she needed: Freud’s ‘way of making everything seem a little less terrible’.
According to Clarence Mitchell, she and her husband were ‘shocked and appalled’ when they learnt the truth about him a few days ago. Yet, on the basis of all they know so far, he says they ‘can see no reason to believe’ he may have had knowledge of Madeleine’s disappearance.
Those who remember Freud not as an avuncular shoulder to lean on but as a callous predator hold a different opinion. Now it is for the depleted Operation Grange squad to determine whether the clue they desperately need lies buried in the vile past of a great English eccentric.
SHEREE DODD (PR Spokesperson)
First to arrive in Portugal was a former Mirror journalist and long-term government spokesperson called Sheree Dodd. In an unprecedented move, the Government took over news-handling on behalf of the McCanns. Sheree Dodd, a former Daily Mirror journalist and long-serving senior spokeswoman for the Government, was dispatched to Portugal. The Foreign and Commonwealth Office announced that she was being deployed as “press officer responsible to act as media liaison officer for the McCann family”. Sheree Dodd was formerly Director of Communications at the Department for Trade and Industry where she had responsibility for media handling, stakeholder relations, marketing and e-communications. Prior to that post she led the news and media relations operations at the Department for Work and Pensions and the Northern Ireland Office. Before joining government communications she enjoyed an extensive career as a political and industrial correspondent on The Mirror newspaper. Sheree is Managing Director of which provides advice and delivers communication solutions to a wide range of public and private sector clients. But Dodd was swiftly replaced by the more senior and bombastic figure of Clarence Mitchell, who took a pro-active role, orchestrating a visit to meet the Pope and a tour which took in Spain, Germany and Morocco.
Andrea maria preston@Andreamariapre2
Kate McCann in her book “Madeleine”
“Thank god for people like Clement who kept us smiling”
20 Jun 2016
Kate wrote of the meeting: “He gave me one of his looks and a giant glass of brandy, and managed to get a smile out of me with his greeting: ‘So, Kate, which of the devout Catholic, alcoholic, depressed, nymphomaniac parts is correct?’
“Clement cheered us up with his lugubrious wit…”
Vicount Ian Kerr CGC@IanKerr
Go back to your constituencies, and prepare to deny everything about paedophilia in UK politics.
“Be careful what you say about Cyril Smith because nothing has been proved against him at all, it’s all been scurrilous hearsay and so far we are waiting for the final outcome of the inquiry” – former Liberal leader David Steel on the allegations against Cyril Smith
A man is known by the company he keeps.
It was just ‘tittle-tattle’ and the
#mccann are very nice people.
Jason Sinclair @jlsinc
David Steel, working in a small parliamentary party with Jeremy Thorpe, Clement Freud and Cyril Smith, must have been the most unobservant man in the world.
The views of current and former Police Officers and experts on the McCanns
David Steel hairdresser Stephen August is director of company that Colin Peters is also director off Mr August other clients are Michael Heseltine and Julian Fellowes
Dame Alun Roberts @ciabaudo
You couldn’t make it up: ‘With Thorpe forced to stand down, Freud backed David Steel to succeed him; Steel improbably made him spokesman on Northern Ireland’. Time for a closer look at NI ministers, spokesmen and SPADs …
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David Steel and paedophile PIE member – Peter Hayman
David Steel criticised whistle-blower Geoffrey Dickens MP for exposing Sir Peter Hayman -,,,
Does Anyone here have Gordon Brown phone number? no other parents seem to have it the
#McCanns do though cause they rang him the night Madeleine #McCann vanished in to thin air. he was Prime minister at the time.
Gordon Brown, the Prime Minister, joined U2 frontman Bono and comedian Stephen Fry and David Steel for the funeral of Sir Clement Freud, the writer, broadcaster and former Liberal MP .
Mr Brown paid tribute to his friend during the service at a church just off Fleet Street in central London.
“He was not only a national treasure but became within his own right a national institution,” he said.
He said that he had first met Sir Clement in 1974 when both were rectors of Scottish universities – Mr Brown at the University of Edinburgh and Sir Clement at Dundee University.
Clement Freud (Lib: Isle of Ely) In June 2016 it was revealed that Freud’s name had been given to Operation Yewtree in 2012 and that at least three women had come forward to report rapes and sexual assaults by Freud against them as children during the 50s, 60s and 70s. As a heterosexual ebephile sexually interested in grooming and molesting females aged 10+ Freud was particularly susceptible to pressure had it been known he’d moved a young girl he was sexually abusing from the age of 10 into his house as an au pair to his children. Telegraph
Praia da Luz – “Lots of important people are linked to Praia da Luz and its neighbourhood.
Spotlighted: Paul and Linda McCartney and Denny Laine on the album cover with (l-r) Michael Parkinson, Kenny Lynch, James Coburn, Clement Freud, Christopher Lee and John Conteh
Paul McCartney & friends:
Hollywood ReporterVerified account @THR
Paul McCartney says he masturbated with John Lennon: “It was good harmless fun” http://thr.cm/w8erIN
Paul McCartney with paedophile Jimmy Savile
Paul McCartney & paedophile Wilfred Brambell
Elton John, Cliff Richard and Tom Jones have all been accused of abuse.
Praia da Luz – “Lots of important people are linked to Praia da Luz and its neighbourhood.
“Sir Cliff Richard, Sir Clement Freud, Robert Murat, Hunter Davies,Paul McCartney, Philip Edmonds…
at 72 hopefully we will not be burdened for much longer
Police trawling for child-abuse cases is an affront to justice.
Since the Jimmy Savile scandal exploded into public consciousness in October 2012, the number of celebrities suspected of child abuse has grown almost exponentially. This is not surprising given officialdom’s obsession with unmasking celebrity paedophiles. Indeed, a dedicated national police team was assembled last summer, under the name Operation Hydrant, to investigate the link between child sex abuse and ‘prominent public figures’. Last week, Operation Hydrant officers revealed that they are investigating 1,400 suspects, including 261 high-profile figures. And that is just the beginning. Chief Constable Simon Bailey, the National Police Chiefs’ Council lead on child abuse, insisted that by the time Operation Hydrant gets into its stride, it will have ‘discovered’ hundreds of thousands of hitherto unknown victims of child sex abuse.
It seems that the number of reports of child sexual abuse is likely to continue increasing into the indefinite future. That’s because the Operation Hydrant style of policing – which relies on inviting the public to come forward and report child abusers – creates a constantly rising number of abuse allegations. As Bailey said, ‘what we are seeing is an absolutely unprecedented increase in the number of reports [being made]’. Moral crusaders linked to Operation Hydrant and the child-protection industry insist that the sheer scale of the accusations made against public figures and others shows that child abuse is becoming a pandemic. ‘The scale and scope of sexual abuse of children committed in the past can often seem overwhelming’, noted Gabrielle Shaw, the chief executive of the National Association for People Abused in Childhood.
It seems, then, that there is an expectation that more and more people will be investigated as potential child-abuse suspects. And little wonder. The imperative of an investigation like Operation Hydrant is actively to search for allegations. The traditional role of the police – to solve crimes brought to the police’s attention – has been transformed. This new inquisitorial form of policing is oriented towards the discovery of crimes not yet reported. So by regularly calling for people to come forth as victims of abuse, the police are indulging in a form of crime construction. Moreover, they have sought to inflate the number of victims by using the attention generated by the naming of particular celebrity suspects to appeal for more of their victims to come forward. Such publicity, therefore, encourages more and more denunciations of the suspect.
In the case of inquisitorial policing, the solving of a crime is a relatively minor issue. Inquisitorial policing is all about getting evidence against the targets of an accusation. And what is important is not the quality, but the quantity of evidence – the greater the number of denunciations of a suspect, the greater the likelihood of a successful conviction. Increasing the number of denunciations, therefore, is integral to inquisitorial policing because corroborative statements provide the evidence used to charge and convict the accused.
The dramatic reorientation of policing, from solving reported crimes to searching for ones that have not been reported, is rarely noted. Yet large trawling operations, such as Operation Hydrant, are an exercise in crime construction. It is likely, of course, that such operations may from time to time uncover genuine cases of horrific criminal behaviour. But they will do so at a very high cost to the system of justice.
Trawling for victims and searching for retrospective allegations represent a disturbing development in criminal justice. Instead of solving crime, trawling attempts to uncover a crime’s existence in order to reinforce and strengthen evidence against a particular target. A trawling operation is not a response to an allegation of abuse voluntarily made by an individual. It is an invitation to people to reinterpret their experience of the past as an experience of victimisation. And it is an invitation that is likely to encourage many to interpret past events through the prism of abuse.
Gary Speed’s widow has found a letter suggesting the troubled football icon struggled with mental health problems since he was a teenager.
Louise Speed, 48, said ‘nobody had seen it coming’ when she found the father-of-two hanged in their Cheshire garage in 2011.
Now, she has revealed she stumbled on a handwritten note he sent her when he was 17 playing for Leeds United where he speaks of ‘wanting to never wake up’.
Gary Speed with wife Louise at a 2011 event in Manchester
Gary Speed playing for Leeds United. He played for their youth team from 1984-1998 before graduating to their first team, where he played until 1996
In the letter, the Welshman wrote: ‘I’m so depressed. I’m just going to go to sleep now and hope I never wake up. I love you so much.’
Gary, aged 18, in a Leeds United team picture
Gary had written the letter to Louise when the pair were dating as teenagers after meeting at Hawarden High School in north Wales.
She has no recollection of receiving the letter, but said it that confirms the ex-Welsh manager was battling with depression from a young age.
She said: ‘Seeing that was a lightbulb moment for me. It answers an awful lot about why he did what he did. It’s not something a normal 17-year-old would write, is it? Or not a well one. It seems to say it all really, when you consider how he ended his life.
‘If he had a mental illness then he probably had it from an early age.
‘Maybe Gary’s problems were a time-bomb waiting to explode.’
Recalling the hours before Gary took his own life, Louise said it had been a ‘normal day’.
The couple’s sons, Ed, 14, and Tom, 13, had played football.
Gary, then-42, had recorded an episode of BBC’s Football Focus and was in ‘high spirits’ and went to a party at a friend’s house.
She adds: ‘There’s never a day goes by that the memory of it doesn’t take my breath away. That scene was like a horror film. I wish there was an operation which could take your memory out and obliterate it from my mind.
I don’t really know what to say. I have been thinking about finishing at Leeds, I’ve also been thinking of other things which I won’t say. I’m so depressed. I’m just going to go to sleep now and hope I never wake up. I love you so much, I will always love you. I don’t know what else to say except you might see me sooner than you think, or otherwise. You never leave my mind, nothing else seems to matter anymore, I love you more than you can imagine.
‘It’s something I will find hard to forgive Gary for. We were the ones who had to pick up the pieces and what he’d done was grotesque.
‘Everyone asks why he did it but I have no answers. That’s why I’ll never have any closure.
‘The letter has made me realise dark thoughts were there from a young age.
‘Very dark thoughts which he wasn’t able to talk about. Maybe something had happened early on which he had kept to himself.’
His widow found the note while helping Gary’s journalist friend John Richardson write new book Gary Speed Unspoken: The Family’s Untold Story, which is on sale from Thursday.
Gary Speed with his wife Loiuise shortly before his death in 2011
Pictured: A 14-year-old Gary Speed as a junior footballer in Manchester
Gary Speed, making his debut for Sheffield United in Wolverhampton in 2001
Gary Speed said he was ‘depressed’ and ‘never wanted to wake up’, in a letter he wrote aged 17
The former Wales manager was one of four men who went on to take their own lives after being coached by convicted paedophile Barry Bennell.
Although Gary was questioned by police and made no allegations against Bennell, Louise told the Mirror he ‘may have been masking things’ and ‘was obviously struggling from 17’.
In a documentary aired in February, another of Bennell’s victims said he is ‘99.9 per cent certain’ the ex-Everton star suffered the same abuse as he did.
A fan holds up a ‘There’s only one Gary Speed’ shirt in tribute to the late footballer
He played for Crewe’s youth team at the same time Bennell was in charge, but told police he hadn’t suffered any abuse.
Speaking of the late midfielder, Louise said: ‘There was so much love out there for him and that’s why the impact it has left is almost indescribable. It rips apart a large part of you which you can never replace because what happened was unnatural.
‘Sometimes when I see homeless guys on the street I think, “What is it that keeps them going?” They have nothing. Gary had everything.
How much can cost a coverup of child sexual abuse and who pays the bill? Robert Green, a victim of the satanists himself was imprisoned twice but isn’t afraid to give his view.
Big Brother is Watching You… and now it gets really scary
I HAVE just read the most disturbing news item I have come across in a long time.
I am beyond shocked… I am frightened for my children and my grandchildren
I cough and allow my mind to drift to a peaceful place sitting in the summer sunshine on the north side of the Isle of Jura watching the sea wash white horses on the rocks below me.
Less than 300 yards to the south of where I am sitting is the isolated cottage known as Barnhill… this was the rented home of writer George Orwell, who lived there intermittently from 1946 until his death in 1950. Orwell completed his novel Nineteen Eighty-Four while living there.
It was a place I visited often during my two years living and working as a newspaper editor in the wilds of Argyll, in western Scotland, some 28 years ago.
Barnhill always held a fascination for me, because Nineteen Eighty-Four had remained my favourite novel since I was first mesmerised by Orwell’s vision of a future dystopian world as a raw 14-year-old. And I loved to imagine the views he must have taken in while writing that classic of English literature.
First published in 1948, yet set 36 years later, Nineteen Eighty-Four tells the story of Winston Smith is a member of the Outer Party.
Winston works in the Records Department in the Ministry of Truth, rewriting and distorting history, under the dictator Big Brother.
But Winston is determined to remain human under inhuman circumstances and begins a diary. Yet telescreens are placed everywhere — in his home, in his cubicle at work, in the cafeteria where he eats, even in the bathroom stalls. His every move is watched. No place is safe.
One day, while at the mandatory Two Minutes Hate, Winston catches the eye of an Inner Party Member, O’Brien, whom he believes to be an ally. He also catches the eye of a dark-haired girl named Julia from the Fiction Department.
A few days later Julia secretly hands him a note that reads: “I love you.” Winston takes pains to meet her, and when they finally do, Julia draws up a plan whereby they can be alone.
Once alone in the countryside, Winston and Julia make love and begin their allegiance against the Party and Big Brother. They fall in love, and, while they know that they will someday be caught, they believe that the love and loyalty they feel for each other can never be taken from them.
Eventually, Winston and Julia confess to O’Brien, whom they believe to be a member of the Brotherhood (an underground organization aimed at bringing down the Party), their hatred of the Party.
O’Brien welcomes them into the Brotherhood with an array of questions and arranges for Winston to be given a copy of “the book,” the underground’s treasonous volume written by their leader, Emmanuel Goldstein.
Winston gets the book and takes it to the secure room where he reads it with Julia napping by his side. The two are disturbed by a noise behind a painting in the room and discover a telescreen. They are quickly dragged away and separated.
Winston finds himself deep inside the Ministry of Love, a prison with no windows, where he sits for days alone. Finally, O’Brien comes. Initially Winston believes that O’Brien has also been caught, but he soon realizes that O’Brien is there to torture him and break his spirit.
O’Brien spends the next few months torturing Winston in order to change his way of thinking — to employ the concept of doublethink, or the ability to simultaneously hold two opposing ideas in one’s mind and believe in them both.
Finally, O’Brien takes Winston to Room 101, the most dreaded room of all in the Ministry of Love, the place where prisoners meet their greatest fear. Winston’s greatest fear is rats. O’Brien places over Winston’s head a mask made of wire mesh and threatens to open the door to release rats on Winston’s face.
When Winston screams, “Do it to Julia!” he relinquishes his last vestige of humanity.
Winston is a changed man. He sits in the Chestnut Tree Café, watching the telescreens and agonizing over the results of daily battles on the front lines. He has seen Julia again. She, too, is changed, seeming older and less attractive. She admits that she also betrayed him. In the end, there is no doubt, Winston loves Big Brother.
Today, the year 1984 has long passed, but Orwell’s futuristic vision of hell on Earth remains.
Big Brother is now everywhere
Mainstream newspapers and TV channels feed us daily propaganda – the “facts” the Establishment wish us to believe
CCTV cameras are on every street corner and inside every store – yet we never know who is monitoring them
Number Plate Recognition cameras are installed at almost every filling station and car park
Sat Nav satellites pick-up every move of our car, van or truck
Cookies and spyware follow every finger click we make on our PC or tablet
Police DNA and fingerprint databases have more than 30% of adults logged on their files
MSN, Messenger text messages and private phone calls are harvested by government snoopers at GCHQ
Our employment, financial and residential history is catalogued in the finest detail by so-called credit reference agencies such as Equifax and Experian
Our lives are no longer secret… Big Brother knows all of us.
Which brings me back to beginning…
I stare again at the news item and in something which can only be described as Nineteen Eighty-Four meets Black Mirror the headline reads: Implanting Microchips for Convenience.
The article explains how plans are already being rolled out to implant a tiny microchip in people’s hand which could eventually replace the need for credit cards, car keys and much more.
And this dystopian world is almost upon us right now.
Micro-chipping is almost routine at the Swedish start-up hub Epicenter. The company offers to implant its workers and start-up members with microchips the size of grains of rice that function as swipe cards: to open doors, operate printers, or buy smoothies with a wave of the hand.
The injections have become so popular that workers at Epicenter hold parties for those willing to get implanted.
“The biggest benefit I think is convenience,” said Patrick Mesterton, co-founder and CEO of Epicenter.
As a demonstration, he unlocks a door by merely waving near it.
“It basically replaces a lot of things you have, other communication devices, whether it be credit cards or keys,” he explains.
The technology in itself is not new.
Such chips are used as virtual collar plates for pets. Companies use them to track deliveries. It’s just never been used to tag employees on a broad scale before.
Epicenter and a handful of other companies are the first to make chip implants broadly available.
While biologically safe, the data generated by the chips can show how often an employee comes to work or what they buy. Unlike company swipe cards or smartphones, which can generate the same data, a person cannot easily separate themselves from the chip.
“Of course, putting things into your body is quite a big step to do and it was even for me at first,” said Mr Mesterton, remembering how he initially had had doubts.
“But then on the other hand, I mean, people have been implanting things into their body, like pacemakers and stuff to control your heart,” he said. “That’s a way, way more serious thing than having a small chip that can actually communicate with devices.”
Epicenter, which is home to more than 100 companies and some 2,000 workers, began implanting workers in January 2015. Now, about 150 workers have them.
A company based in Belgium also offers its employees such implants.
And last year a company in Wisconsin has become the first in the USA to roll out microchip implants for all its employees.
The initiative, which is optional for employees at snack stall supplier Three Square Market (32M), implants radio-frequency identification (RFID) chips in staff members’ hands in between their thumb and forefinger.
Once tagged with the implant 32M says its employees will be able to perform a range of common office tasks with an effortless wave of their hand.
“We foresee the use of RFID technology to drive everything from making purchases in our office break room market, opening doors, use of copy machines, logging into our office computers, unlocking phones, sharing business cards, storing medical/health information, and used as payment at other RFID terminals,” says 32M CEO, Todd Westby.
The chips make use of near-field communication (NFC), and are similar to ones already in use in things like contactless credit cards, mobile payment systems, and animal tag implants.
“It will happen to everybody,” says Noelle Chesley, 49, associate professor of sociology at the University of Wisconsin-Milwaukee.
“But not this year, maybe not my generation, but certainly that of my kids.”
But Gene Munster, an analyst at Loup Ventures, thinks embedded chips in human bodies is 50 years away.
“The idea of being chipped has too “much negative connotation today,” he says, but by 2067 “we will have been desensitized by the social stigma.”
So the next time your child has to stand in-line for an eye recognition device to pay for their school dinner, or the next time you use your finger print to log into your iPhone, remember the Isle of Jura and George Orwell’s words of warning.
Big Brother is watching you.
Speaking to presenter Dawn O’Porter at the Edinburgh TV Festival, it is Theroux himself who first alluded to Savile early in the hour-long discussion.
The 49-year-old gonzo journalist joked about the prospect of being given a “Jim’ll Fix It Badge” as a reward for a particularly arduous interview early in his career.
A master of the subversive interview, Theroux knows any journalist – even a long-time friend like O’Porter – will inevitably ask the Savile question.
So, was the disgraced entertainer his friend?
He chooses his words carefully: “I would never really call him my friend in a straightforward way. We were friendly. I had friendly feelings towards him.”
Some might say this is semantics rather than a straight answer.Others would say hindsight is a wonderful thing.
Following Savile’s death in 2011, 450 alleged victims contacted the Metropolitan Police in just 10 weeks.
They described the scale of sexual allegations reported against him as “unprecedented”.
While Savile is now known to have been one of the UK’s most prolific sexual predators, when the documentary was made in 2000 he was – in Theroux’s own words – “seen as an irritating old fart”.
Theroux admits the initial interview was pitched “to slightly poke fun at him” rather than with any intention to confront him over any rumours of wrongdoing.
Despite the documentary’s journalistic heart, Theroux insists at the time that “there wasn’t enough to go on to make [Savile’s paedophilia] a relevant topic of inquiry”.
In the programme, it is Savile who brings up the issue of paedophilia, telling Theroux he puts out rumours that he hates children “to put salacious tabloid people off the hunt”.
“Does it work?” asks Theroux.
“It works a dream,” Savile replies.
Theroux describes the exchange as Savile’s hallmark move of being “weirdly brazen”.
Chilling as it is to watch back today, at the time Theroux admits: “I thought he was an okay guy.”
But while admitting he “failed to get to the truth”, he also stands by his work.
“The programme is strong… I watched it since everything came out and it’s still a hard-headed piece of journalism,” he said.
He went on to see Savile “maybe three or four times” after the documentary, even making a mini-show called When Jimmy Met… Louis, in which the tables were turned he visited Theroux’s house and talked to him about his life.
Theroux says Savile liked his work and was accordingly “always happy to be in my orbit. He saw me as a way to stay relevant”.
Following Savile’s death, and subsequent revelations over the extent of his paedophilia, Theroux made a full-length follow-up documentary, Louis Theroux: Savile in which he talked to several of the DJ’s victims.
At the time he described the sequel as “a way to figure out how it was that I’d missed what I’d missed”.
Theroux also says that being duped by Savile has unintentionally given him “an education into how grooming works and how abuse often takes place”.
It is that knowledge that inspired him to tweet about the Channel 4 documentary Leaving Neverland earlier this year, defending the programme’s two subjects – Wade Robson and James Safechuck – who claim they were abused by Michael Jackson as children.
Theroux called Jackson’s defenders “wilfully blind” and accused those campaigning against Robson and Safechuck of “colluding in the silencing of victims”.
He says this post was an exception to his rule: “I generally resist doing tweets that will be controversial or divisive, but on this one I’m going to stick my head above the parapet and take a stand.”
Away from his backward look at Savile, Theroux had future news for his fans.
After 25 years working for the BBC (including “a fallow year when no celebrities would talk to me”), he is setting up his own independent factual entertainment company.
The as-yet-unnamed venture will also be overseen by Theroux’s TV director wife Nancy, and BBC Studios producer Arron Fellows.
Theroux said it will make “first-person documentaries, in which we go to the extremes or find stories which have real intimacy and psychological depth” – describing them as “really well-made, mature, funny, quirky, observational factual documentaries… in the vein of the sorts of things I do, but not necessarily with me in it”.
And why now?
Theroux says that BBC Studios (the commercial arm of the BBC) taking over the production of many formerly in-house produced shows was his “n**ge”.
“I thought if I’m now working for basically a big indie, maybe that’s the time for me to sort my own indie.”
He’s currently “having meetings about how to get the money” for this new endeavour.
Whether Theroux’s work will take on a new direction once he steps out of his BBC role and becomes his own boss remains to be seen.
A self-confessed “creature of habit” who gets the same lunch every day, one would suspect not.
But as the subjects of his documentaries discover to their cost – you underestimate Theroux at your peril.
Matching the current public mood of unrest and disquiet, he admitted he is enjoying a small part of the tempestuous political climate.
Theroux said: “There’s a certain part of this populist moment that I do like. I’ve always had enough of the chaotic pyromaniac in me that I enjoy maverick voices.
“Along with the nonsense and dangerousness and the racism, there’s bits of it that are useful and positive.”
Time will tell what Theroux’s inner “chaotic pyromaniac” has in store for Brexit Britain, but one thing’s for sure, it won’t be boring.
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I have been looking in to Vaz for a few years now and I have to be honest, I simply don’t know where to start probing further because every story, every report, every Google search, every associate and every incident seems to lead down an unpleasant road. There seems to be no endearing qualities about Vaz and the tentacles of his very being stretch for miles.
My sympathy is ultimately for his kids. The very foundations of their lives as they know it has crumbled and I know that they will spend a long time trying to come to terms with what has happened and adapting to their new outlook on life and family.
I have already done my timeline blog on Vaz (which I am constantly updating) because the more that comes out, the more that needs adding! I am also intending on producing a blog that contains local newspaper articles from an archive as well as collate as many online articles as possible. It’s all on the ‘to do’ list. In the meantime, I felt compelled to post this. It’s an extremely telling article on Heat Street and, as usual, throws up more questions than answers when it comes to Vaz’s constant interference in matters that shouldn’t concern him, his treatment of those who don’t comply and the knock-on effect it has.
There was a time when an MP facing the accusations made against #KeithVaz would resign as a matter of honour. Honour is now gone.
Back in February 2001 it was revealed that Vaz had taken part in what was described as a “bizarre campaign of intimidation against a housing chief who evicted a gay sex offender for not paying his rent”.
The Mail on Sunday reported that in the 1990s Vaz intervened on behalf of a Nigel Philpot-Jones, an unemployed plumber then in his 40s, who had fallen behind with his rent, by contacting the acting director of housing in his Leicester constituency, Ged Lucas, and “yelling” at him.
Vaz’s behaviour was later investigated in a confidential report by the district auditor which later became public.
Philpot-Jones’s case appeared to be straightforward: he was £1,396 in arrears and his eviction should have been automatic.
Nonetheless, his eviction was reversed.
But the district auditor’s report into the affair concluded that the rehousing of Philpot-Jones was neither rational nor reasonableand noted that Ged Lucas, the housing officer who made the decision, had felt “threatened”.
Vaz’s lobbying included writing to councillors claiming housing benefit owed to Philpot-Jones would pay off the arrears. Officials established this was not the case, and he was evicted.
Vaz then telephoned Ged Lucas several times to press for a review of the Philpot- Jones case.
Council sources said he “yelled” and was so aggressive two secretaries in the office were “visibly shaken”.
In a further lobbying exercise, Vaz then joined Philpot-Jones and his 18-year-old boyfriend, Nicholas Price Stephens, on a visit to Councillor Tony Robinson, vice chairman of housing.
Although Philpot-Jones was eventually allowed back to his flat, he was evicted again, in 1993, this time owing £3,260 in arrears and having been found to have sublet the flat.
At the time the Mail on Sunday reported the claims, Philpot-Jones was traced to a house in Earl Shilton, near Leicester, where he was found “drinking coffee with two young men.”
He confirmed to a reporter that Vaz had helped him get rehoused and apparently “bragged about having been sent to jail for gay sex offences.”
He told the paper: “I have been charged with every offence there is to be charged with. When I came to Leicester I basically controlled the gay scene. People know I have been in prison for sex offences. I was accused of all sorts of being a drug dealer and running rent boys. To my mind Keith Vaz was doing his job because council staff screwed up because I was owed housing benefit. I still say I owe Keith a great deal.”
What became of Philpot-Jones?
Chelmsford Crown Court heard that he opened a fund-raising shop in Walton-on-the-Naze without the authority of the air ambulance organisation.
The charity received just £5.92 of his takings – discovered in a collection box seized by Essex Police during a raid on the shop.
He admitted fraud by false representation, saying he had taken money for his own use, but he could not say exactly how much.
His barrister, Matthew Gowen, said: “He didn’t set out to defraud people.”
Perhaps not, but he succeeded in doing so.
Nigel Philpot-Jones – ran the ‘rent boy’ scene in Leicester
The ‘Rent Boy’ Scene
Sadly the ‘rent boy’ scene (I hate that term) brings with itself much deeper elements involving abuse and exploitation, which was obviously the case in this awful story of Harish Purohit’s murder in Leicester from 2001.
Dean Riddell who murdered Purohit was referred to as a ‘rent boy’. The very same rent boys Philpot-Jones boasted he ran in Leicester.
Purohit had worked for the council and adults with learning difficulties.
Purohit was also a long-term friend of Keith Vaz according to this article in The Telegraph
Keith Vaz, the MP for Leicester East, had known Mr Purohit for 15 years and had seen him last week at his constituency surgery where the priest had gone to talk about increasing the number of Hindus in the House of Lords.
Mr Vaz said: “He was very dynamic, not like your usual Hindu priest, with a big following, especially among young people.
“He was a different kind of priest, he was younger and less aloof.
“He had a particular following among the younger generation and his style was modern. I think he was a moderniser and tried to relate Hinduism to the needs of the community.”
So dynamic was Mr Purohit, that he picked up the desperate heroin-addicted Dean Riddell in Belgrave Road where Vaz has one of his parliamentary offices. The trial accepted that Riddell simply killed Purohit for his money. Riddell, on the other hand, claimed that he was abducted from Belgrave Road and taken to an empty house by Purohit and another man, who left to get others men to join in. In the meantime Purohit hit him and attempted to assault him which was when Riddell retaliated.
There is no evidence to say that Keith Vaz knew Philpot-Jones was involved in sexual offending and pimping out youngsters, nor that he knew about Purohit’s double life (although as it seems to have been common knowledge, he may well have done), but Keith Vaz has his finger in any PIE going. He is a professional bandwagoner, social mover, and astutely keeps his ear to the ground. Why didn’t he notice the plight of some of his constituents? Or did he? If Riddell was telling the truth, was there a ring of abusers in Leicester? We all know the Frank Beck and Greville Janner revelations…
The story also highlights the sordid and sad element that an ignoramus like Simon Danczuk completely misses. Danczuk, using the Vaz expose as a media money-spinner (ironic considering that’s been Vaz’s role for the past 35 years), said we should support Vaz as someone who is figuring out “his sexuality“. Sorry Simon, but the youngsters involved in selling their bodies aren’t doing it for fun and it’s time the media and people like Simon stopped normalising the exploitation of those who are desperate and do it to survive or are pimped out unwillingly or simply blackmailed in to rape (as demonstrated below)….
A traumatised young man telephoned The Times on the verge of tears. He had read the glowing obituaries and was outraged to read “such lies” about the man who had initially befriended him and blackmailed him into submitting to a sexual assault by threatening to tell the teenager’s parents that he was gay.
….and the results can be devastating.
Some are just boys who are utterly petrified. Boys too scared to speak out because they are in fear of their lives and so traumatised they take their own lives. My message to Simon Danczuk is think before you speak. Clearly your campaigning on child sexual abuse has taught you absolutely nothing as you come across as totally ignorant. (Oh and by the way, you still owe a charity some money, but that’s another story).
Vaz’s recent expose also demonstrates the connection between prostitution and drugs. In many cases the youngsters are given free drugs in order to hook them on to it, they become addicted and then exploited to pay the bills – submissive because they desperately need their next fix. The Purohit case is a perfect example of this. Vaz was filmed clearly asking someone to procure cocaine and he wanted to use poppers. So now we bring in the other unsavoury element of drug pushers, traffickers and others in to the story. Simon Danczuk may play down the prostitution element, but he fails to see the much bigger point.
Keith Vaz also admitted to having had sex without using a condom. How many times has this happened? (Actually, please don’t bother putting answers on a postcard as I don’t really want to know the repulsive details). The point is – has he picked up any sexually transmitted diseases? Has he been tested? He KNOWINGLY put himself at risk. The people whom he procures for sex do not. Nor does his wife.
There are many more elements to this story and connections to explore but I’ll leave it here for now.
I never thought I would see this day… I was truly not prepared for it. Little did we know he is doing just dandy and his children are with him.
Watch this 2017 eBay ad and see if you recognize anyone?
If you have been watching my stuff for any amount of time… you clearly recognized him…
RICKY DEARMAN and his CHILDREN from Hampstead. You know that this will keep me up for a few nights. Just putting it out there so people see it. This video clearly shows Ricky Dearman, Alicia and Gabriel under a false name of Gab Williams. Can’t imagine why he would need a false name… can you?
Here is an image from the video in case you missed it.
Goodness I get sick to my stomach looking at that man. If you have never seen the interview he did on the BBC, you have to take a look at them below. I say them because you can find two online. The first of the two is here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iqyRG9iHess
While watching near the middle, you may think your internet connection slows up because the video slips and skips a bit. Well, if you watch the other version found here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tYxGAoA9K1I
You will see why it skips at that particular moment when Mr. Dearman is talking about his abuse history with the mother. Of course it was later found out that the first version was released after as an attempt to muddy the waters about past abuse.
What you need to also be aware of is the medical papers that are available on my site here. Also, because of the concerted effort by a group known as the Hampstead Hoaxers who go around and try to bully people into believing that this was actually some sort of hoax… I will not be allowing comments on this post. You are free to email me at firstname.lastname@example.org and ask questions or add to the research there.
For anyone who can think… and listen… you know that these children were not lying. The details were far too good and the descriptions beyond the ability of an 8 and a 9 year old to fabricate. I wanted to post the two videos I did long ago about the children so that you can view those even though YouTube has told me I must pull them both. They will be available to Patrons only and can be found here and here.