Christine Keeler. Scandal from A Small World…


Christine Keeler. Scandal from A Small World banner

Christine Keeler, who died a couple of months ago (Dec ‘17) at the age of 75 and who was, in 1963, the showgirl and “prostitute” at the centre of a Cold War-flavoured scandal thanks to her liaisons with a top-ranking British politician and Russian military-man, is not only considered widely to have contributed to the bringing down of the UK Conservative Party Government of the early ‘60s as a result of it, but to have been a harbinger and personified symbol of what came directly after; the ‘swinging Sixties.’ keelerShe’s been described as the first shot in the cultural youth explosion in music, fashion, cinema, photography, and, sexual permissiveness. Back then, when Britain’s media first began to report publicly on claims Keeler had been having sex with the British Secretary of State for War as well as a Soviet naval attaché and alleged KGB spy, the country was still, it’s said, living in a black & white, gloomy, buttoned-up and stuffy post-World War II existence. The decade had yet to enter the technicolour era of mini-skirts, the pill and ‘free love.’ In a 2013 documentary, Mandy Rice-Davies, an old showgirl friend of Christine’s and who became embroiled in the scandal as well, said of those days back in the early Sixties when the swinging was yet to begin, “if I fancied somebody (and) somebody fancied me – we went to bed… I felt I was part of the vanguard movement into the more liberal future.” When she and Keeler were first making waves in the British media back in those black & white days of ‘63, Beatlemania, another part of that “vanguard movement” that Mandy said she belonged to, was in its first flushes… That ‘swing’ in the Sixties that Christine, and The Beatles, are credited with ushering in was about to happen. But is that where any connection to her and the band, or the scandal, ends? I did wonder that as I reflected on her death a couple of months ago of the lung disease COPD, and prior to getting to work on this article. I’m aware that in the centre of this world that swung, Pop-stars, fashion-models, and film-actors not only partied and rubbed shoulders with politicians, royalty, the aristocracy and gangsters, but young showgirls. With that in mind, how likely is it that Christine knew The Beatles personally, and if so, to what degree? This is what I asked myself prior to putting this piece together for the website.
And so, I did a bit of digging and it became apparent fairly soon on in and throughout the remainder of my search too that both Keeler and the band were indeed inhabitants of a small world.
Below, are the results of what I discovered, interspersed with a condensed account of the scandal, how it came to be, and the characters involved as well as some of the other people who were close in contact with them. I think it’s important to include all this, especially for the benefit of anyone reading this who’s unfamiliar with what is said to have happened back then. There is merit in highlighting this scandal given its magnitude and its nature, and which has yet to be resolved (if ever). If we’re to believe what occurred, it touched into almost the very heart of what we’ve been led to understand secretly goes on in the world of the controlling, so-called ‘elites,’ the Establishment. If The Beatles were connected, then I feel it’s worth taking a look at it. This website is, after all, about the ‘hidden’ elements of the band and its members.
As you’ll find, the so-called ‘Profumo affair’ and its protagonists and bit-part players, whether alleged or otherwise, makes for an intriguing if not all-none-too surprising mix. There’s an adulterous politician, one or maybe two spies, a member of the aristocracy, and at least a couple of the British royal family. Also, throw in some freemasonry (possibly), occult rituals (possibly), and references to magick.

The roots of the scandal, depending on what source you read, reach back to 1961 or 1959, when Christine was working as a showgirl at a club in Soho, London with Mandy Rice-Davies. It’s there Keeler was introduced to Stephen Ward an osteopath in the city and whose clients included, we’re told, Winston Churchill, Elizabeth Taylor, Frank Sinatra, and American industrialist Paul Getty.

Stephen Ward
Stephen Ward

The son of a vicar and public-school educated, “Stephen… was erudite and witty with an easy charm: By the standards of the day, he was also dangerous: He loved the company of women and took not a blind bit of notice of the prevailing moral code,” Mandy once recalled. Christine eventually moved in with Ward and they divided their time between living in London or a rented cottage within the grounds of the Cliveden Estate situated in the English county of Buckinghamshire and belonging to William Waldorf Astor II, 3rd Viscount Astor of the Astor dynasty, one of the ‘elite’ bloodline families. He was a friend and a client of Ward, who was living in the waterside property for practically free of charge. “Stephen paid Bill Astor only £1 a year in nominal rent. In return, Bill got the talent of Stephen’s hands, which had first cured him after a hunting accident in 1950,” claims Keeler in her 2012 autobiography, ‘Secrets and Lies.’

Ward’s cottage at Cliveden

Although she and Stephen lived together, her relationship with him was, she often claimed, platonic. Almost like a marriage without the sex. “I was used to men liking me but there was a subtext which involved me getting my clothes off. The difference with Stephen was that he wanted me to sleep with other people… Powerful people. Stephen Ward was a spymaster who befriended hosts of prominent and powerful people in the British Government, aristocracy… With associates, he lured many of them into compromising situations.” On the weekend of the 8th and 9th July 1961, Ward and Christine attended what’s said to have been a dinner-party at Bill Astor’s main Cliveden residence. It was there she met the British Secretary of State for War, John Profumo. Most accounts of this event you’ll come across declare that it was Stephen that introduced them. But this is not the version you’ll read in the foreword of Secrets and Lies. It claims the “introduction was made by Astor.”

John Profumo

The married cabinet-minister is said to have been attracted greatly to Keeler on their introduction and eventually the two embarked on a short-term affair, usually meeting at a flat she shared with Ward in London. During the same period, Christine, it’s said, had also been involved in sexual relations with Yevgeny Ivanov, a senior Russian naval attaché at London’s Soviet Embassy. He too attended the Cliveden weekend, and met Profumo there. Anthony Summers, Pulitzer Prize-winning writer and author of the book, ‘The Secret Worlds of Stephen Ward: Sex, Scandal and Deadly Secrets in the Profumo Affair,’ has been quoted as suggesting that MI5, at that time, “quickly identified Ivanov as a Soviet intelligence-officer using diplomatic cover, a common practise worldwide.” Yevgeny was a good friend of Ward’s and regularly attended parties at the osteopath’s cottage, and, flat in London, which is where the Russian initially became acquainted with Keeler and Rice-Davies… A triangle connecting a showgirl, a British Government minister, and Soviet spy had been created. This was a Cold War-era political and national-security scandal in the making.

Eugene Ivanov
Yevgeny Ivanov

According to the book The Secret Worlds of Stephen Ward, some weeks prior to the Cliveden gathering, Ward said to Ivanov during a conversation, “what would happen to a Russian in Moscow who had an Englishman for a friend?” His friend replied, “oh, he’d be visited pretty soon by the Secret Service, just like you will be here.” Stephen dismissed this. “Nonsense,” he said. The Russian retorted, “oh yes you will.” And – the book goes on – indeed he was. Within a week of that prediction, on June 8th – exactly a month before the weekend gathering at Cliveden took place – “Ward received a telephone-call from the (British) War Office asking the osteopath if he would mind meeting ‘our Mr. Woods’ for ‘a little chat.’ ‘Woods’ was Keith Wagstaffe, an MI5 officer working for DI(a) Operations, a section of the counter-intelligence branch. Wagstaffe in turn then called Ward… Before calling, Wagstaffe had read an informant report noting that Ward ‘was… inclined to be against the government… At some time or other Ward had been declared bankrupt, and he is also believed to have been involved in a call-girl racket.’ Ward agreed to meet with Wagstaffe, and the two men lunched together in Marylebone (London). Wagstaffe openly acknowledged his affiliation to MI5. He said his people had ‘noticed’ Ward’s friendship with Ivanov. When Ward asked whether they had any objection, Wagstaffe replied, according to Ward, ‘none at all…’ Wagstaffe wanted to know what sort of questions the Soviet attaché had been asking, Ward recalled. ‘I put his mind at rest at once. Ivanov had never sought any guarded information.’ Wagstaffe told him, ‘if anything should happen that you feel we should know about, I want you to contact me immediately.’ Wagstaffe’s contact-report read: ‘Ward… was completely open about his association with Ivanov… Ward asked whether it was all right for him to continue to see Ivanov. I replied there was no reason why he should not. He then said that, if there was any way in which he could help, he would be very ready to do so. I thanked him for his offer and asked him to get in touch with me should Ivanov at any time in the future make any propositions to him… Despite the fact that some of his political ideas are certainly peculiar and are exploitable by the Russians, I do not think he is of security interest, but he is obviously not a person we can make any use of.’” The book’s author argues that, on the contrary, Ward probably was “of interest” and had been deliberately, and unwittingly, brought together with Ivanov in the first place by British intel services in a meeting not of pure chance but design. The two are said to have been introduced to each other over lunch in January 1961 by Colin Coote not only then-editor of the British broadsheet the ‘Daily Telegraph’ but, it’s claimed, a secret-intelligence officer. Anthony Summers has suggested that Wagstaffe’s previously mentioned contact-report had been “doctored” in the wake of the Profumo scandal in order to distance MI5 from any active involvement with Ward. Also, the agent’s lunch with the osteopath was, effectively, a bluff to fool Ivanov. “Not to have contacted Ward at this point,” the author argues, “would have seemed a suspicious omission… because it seemed the natural development Ivanov had in fact predicted.” Geoffrey Robertson, a British/Australian QC who’s looked into the Profumo scandal, has stated that MI5 had indeed recruited Ward. Furthermore, “there is evidence that the reason MI5 recruited Ward was to help ‘turn’” Ivanov. “A high-level decision was taken by its officials in early June 1961 to ask Ward’s help, at least to keep an eye on Ivanov to defect.” Stephen “later reported to them some details of the relationships between Profumo and Keeler and Ivanov and Keeler. Ward was being useful to the security-services, which were seriously considering a ‘defection’ operation, and MI5 has now admitted, in its ‘authorised’ history published in 2009, that Ward was being used by the (British) Foreign Office as a back channel to pass information through Ivanov to the Soviets.” However, the details surrounding the scandal and the events leading up to it have never been entirely clear. This is due to the fact that many of the official documents connected to it have never been released publicly and other ones have been locked away in an embargo that – at the time of publishing this article – will last for another 46 years (this has resulted in speculation as to the potentially explosive contents in these documents, explosive enough, perhaps, that they might threaten the very stability of Britain’s so-called ‘ruling classes,’ bringing about damaging consequences on the current government and those higher up as well as the outing of prominent, world-known – and still-living – public figures). Additionally, some people’s versions of events differ to others’. For example, if we’re to believe what Keeler has claimed, then it would appear that Ward wasn’t working with MI5 to have Ivanov ‘turned’ as Robertson has stated, but was seeking to attain, in a classically covert fashion, secret Government information from Profumo. In an article on the news-website ‘MailOnline’ from 2013, and which was published with Christine’s participation, it’s said, “Ward asked her to find out ‘through pillow-talk’ with Profumo, when nuclear warheads were going to Germany. Furthermore, she contends that Profumo’s briefcase was stuffed with ‘sensitive’ information which Ward was able to filch while she distracted the War Minister in the bedroom. Ward, she further claims, set her up with Ivanov so that she could be blamed for transmitting the secrets if word got out.” Christine has also been quoted as saying, “I was a spy and I am not proud of it, the truth is that I betrayed my country.” So, what was Ward? A KGB agent – working with, perhaps, Ivanov. Or was he MI5? Or maybe he was both? Furthermore, assuming Keeler’s claims are correct, could it be the secret data he wanted her to steal from Profumo wasn’t either for the British or Soviet governments necessarily, but for his own, to give to the highest bidder? One source quoted in Anthony Summer’s book and who claims to have been close to Ward at that time, has suggested that Stephen’s covert activities were at the behest of his landlord and client Bill Astor, a former Tory MP and then-serving member of the House of Lords. Meanwhile, some researchers believe the osteopath was working to actively discredit Profumo and, in turn, the British Conservative Government, thus paving the way for the eventual General Election victory of the Left-wing Labour Party in 1964. It has been said by some of those who knew Ward that his political views did veer to some degree or another towards socialist/communistic ones. If that is true, it could be possible that Stephen was, as I mentioned earlier, working with Ivanov covertly in some capacity. Concerns surrounding Ward’s relationship with Yevgeny were, we’re told, brought to the attention of John Profumo long before the scandal went public. British civil servant Sir Norman Brook, it’s claimed, met with the politician some time in mid-1961 and warned him that he should be careful of his association with the osteopath as it was feared he was passing on information to the Russian. Following this warning, it’s said the Government minister broke off his affair with Keeler in a letter that, ultimately, would contribute to his downfall just under two years later and that’s been dubbed, the ‘darling letter.’ Part of it reads:


In great haste because I can get no reply from your phone – alas something’s blown up tomorrow night… Blast it. Please take care of yourself…

Love J.

So then… Wondering when references to The Beatles are going to get a look-in in this narrative?… Well… Not long now… Hang on…

For a time, Christine Keeler left Ward to become mistress to his friend, the so-called ‘slum landlord’ of London, Peter Rachman who, she claims, bought her “perfumes, nightgowns and jewels.” In ‘Secrets and Lies,’ she states, “his name was a dark shadow over London in the late 1950s and early 1960s. R-A-C-H-M-A-N spelt notoriety. Part of his legacy was to the English language. ‘The Concise Oxford Dictionary’ defines Rachmanism as: ‘Exploitation of slum tenants by unscrupulous landlords. From P. Rachman, London landlord of the early 1960s.’ Peter charged enormous rents for the properties and if there were problems the utilities would be switched off or the drains blocked. He had contacts in the Tory Government including one minister, Ernest Marples, who tipped him off about property.” It’s been claimed his properties were akin to hovels with damp-affected rooms, and – according to an accusation I’ve come across – at least one flat without a toilet. It’s also said if tenants fell into rent arrears they would be persuaded to leave by such means as itching-powder or dead rats left in beds. Eventually, Keeler left Rachman, at which point Rice-Davies became his girlfriend… But was Rachman as unscrupulous and ruthless as he’s been made out to be? He died in November 1962, it’s said, of a heart attack, and just months before the Profumo scandal hit, and which he was connected to by the media thanks to his relations with Christine and Mandy. In 1979, the biography ‘Rachman’ was published, but it wasn’t as damning an indictment as its author, Shirley Green, thought it would be when she first began writing it. In a BBC radio-documentary, she says, “I was in fact quite self consciously trying to think up a nice commercial subject… and I thought, everybody likes to read about a villain – and that’s when I thought of Rachman, and then it just didn’t work out like that because I couldn’t back-up any of the really horrendous stories with any sort of fact. The only tenants I found, had liked him… He let people go without paying the rent – he’d wait until they could pay him, and a man who worked for the estate-agent where Rachman bought many of his houses said Rachman was too soft to be a landlord.” Additionally, the police reportedly investigated Rachman in 1959 for intimidating tenants but couldn’t find any evidence. That’s not to say of course that he was an innocent. Men in positions such as Rachman’s know how to cover their tracks, and that’s what we could be looking at here. However, is it possible that the much-touted reputation of ‘slum landlord’ that has lived on after his death and that the media are said to have pumped-out during the Profumo scandal was a deliberate attempt at discrediting, not only his reputation, but that of Christine’s, Mandy’s, and his friend, Stephen Ward in a bid to cover up/diminish and/or keep public attention deflected away from the involvement in the affair of a Lord, a Government minister, and the British intelligence service? During my research into this article, I came across a blog that claimed Rachman used to have a tape-recorder under his bed at the house he shared with Rice-Davies during the early 1960s. I haven’t been able to corroborate this piece of information, but it did get me to thinking… Why would he do that? The only reason I can come up with is that he was using it to collect ‘pillow-talk’ that could then be used to blackmail, for whatever purpose. Furthermore – I’ll ask – is it possible that Mandy – or indeed Christine – were recorded whilst in bed with Rachman talking about Ward, or Profumo, or Ivanov, or Astor? And, if these claims on the blog are true, what happened to the tape-recorder, and was his death in late 1962 a natural one… or was it helped along in some way to silence him, perhaps in anticipation of the oncoming scandal?

Mandy Rice-Davies and Keeler

The reason I’ve focused on Rachman here a little is because one of his so-called ‘henchmen’ was the Trinidad-born Michael de Freitas. In ‘Secrets and Lies’ Keeler states, “he was typical of the nastier of Peter’s men; he would carry out orders without question. Michael was a nasty piece of work, a real head-case. He could intimidate you just by being in the same street.” He’s also said to have been a pimp and a property landlord of his own – and, more interestingly for me – he was a key figure within the UK counter-culture of the 1960s working, socialising and liasing closely with the likes of Paul McCartney’s old friend Barry Miles who – during that decade – founded the avant-garde book-shop and art-gallery, ‘Indica’ with Marianne Faithfull’s then-husband John Dunbar as well as Peter Asher brother of English actress Jane Asher who also, of course, was, at the time, the long-term girlfriend of the aforementioned Beatle – who often funded and publicised the Indica (… More about the Ashers later). During the 1960s, de Freitas changed his name to Michael X launching himself as Britain’s equivalent to America’s Malcolm X. But not everyone was convinced. Barry Miles’s former wife, Sue recalls, “Malcolm (X) was probably hot stuff and for real; Michael was a pretty snaky character and he liked frightening people, he specialised in it. Michael wasn’t trying to address himself to the Race issue at all. He was trying to be a big frightening Black man, which he did quite successfully.”

Michael X

In 1970, he took part in a publicity campaign with John Lennon and Yoko Ono at his ‘Black House’ building situated in Holloway, North London. Launched, it’s said, in 1969, he’s quoted as saying at the time that it was hoped it would act as a “cultural centre where things like a cinema and theatre will happen. There we hope to show the people of the host community what we are really like through our theatre…” Now, there is much that can be written about Michael when it comes to his connection to the Beatle and the counter-culture, but I’ll save that for another time as there’s a lot I’ve yet to still uncover and learn, and much of what I do already know isn’t relevant to this article. I’ll focus here instead on the basics and not veer too far off the Profumo affair. In February ‘70, the newly head-shorn John and Yoko appeared in front of TV and newspaper reporters with Michael and handed over to him a bag of their cut hair so that it could be auctioned to raise money for his Black House, which is where, on the building’s roof, the handing over ceremony took place for the media, and as can be seen in the pic below…


How did this meeting on the roof first come about?… According to the book ‘There’s a Riot Going On’ by Peter Doggett, and written with the co-operation of Yoko and The Beatles’ long-time and trusted PR-man Derek Taylor, “on several occasions in early December 1969, the receptionist at The Beatles’ ‘Apple’ headquarters announced an unexpected visitor for John Lennon…” It was Michael X, who by that time had changed his name yet again, to Michael Abdul Malik. Lennon gave him £10,000 “as advance against the royalties for a book that would be entitled ‘A Black Experience.’ There is no sign that either party ever expected the volume to be completed. According to the Black House treasurer, Terry X (A.K.A. Terry Radix), Lennon laid his hands on a substantial sum in cash, which Terry and Malik collected in a brown paper bag from Yoko at Apple’s office in Savile Row (London). After paying overdue wages to his Black House staff, Malik appears to have pocketed the remainder for his personal use.” In late January ‘69, Lennon informed Malik that he and Yoko would be visiting the Black House in February. “Then he instructed his Press-agent, Derek Taylor, to alert the national papers… Taylor and his Apple assistant, Richard DiLello, duly accompanied the Lennons to the Black House on February 4th 1970. The party climbed up to the Black House roof, where they waited for journalists to arrive. Lennon produced the bag of hair that he and Yoko had collected… and held the contents triumphantly above his head. Malik’s voice faltered as he told the Press that he would have preferred to ‘keep and cherish’ the couple’s hair, but that he intends to auction it. He hoped to raise funds for his organisation which, he claimed, required £120,000 to maintain its community presence.” No money was raised from John and Yoko’s hair. “After auctioneers ‘Sotheby’s’ and ‘Christie’s’ refused to handle the sale of the hair, Malik planned to divide it into thousands of minute portions, each artistically presented in a gift-box. But nobody at the Black House had the patience to carry out such a scheme, and the Lennon’s offering soon lay forgotten on an office shelf. Three days after his abortive PR exercise, the Lennons accompanied Malik on the popular BBC TV programme ‘The Simon Dee Show.’ It was Malik’s only exposure to the mainstream, and it won him few converts. Not that Lennon was abashed. ‘We’re going to do a poster with him, a John and Yoko poster,’ he explained in mid-February. ‘It will have Black and White is beautiful on it, and try to hustle a bit of bread for him. But mainly PR is the thing, showing that Black is beautiful’…” The book later goes on to claim that in late 1970, Malik “nagged” Lennon for “more cash… to stave off the… physical collapse” of the Black House. John and Yoko “discovered that the root of the problem was vandalism, carried out by some of the youths for whom the centre had been intended.” According to a quote I’ve found on the blog ‘,’ and which is attributed to the highly regarded biography of Michael by author John L. Williams (and a book I certainly intend on purchasing and reading soon), “as 1969 turned into 1970, it was becoming obvious that whatever the Black House was, it was not an inspiring oasis of peace and love in the midst of grimy North London. Instead it was an intimidating establishment used as a base for various kinds of illegal activity.” In ‘There’s a Riot Going on,’ Derek Taylor is quoted as saying, “there had been stories of humiliation and torture at the Black House, but I in those times wouldn’t believe anything bad of a ‘radical.’” The book goes on, “similar tales had reached the Metropolitan Police, and Malik was summonsed to appear in court in February 1971, to answer charges of intimidating several former associates.” From what I can gather, this serious brush-in with the authorities relates to the so-called ‘slave collar affair’ which is reported to have involved a Jewish businessman by the name of Marvin Brown who was said to have been enticed to the Black House and made to wear a spiked slave collar around his neck as Malik and his associates threatened him to extort money. For me, the details surrounding this incident and its aftermath are somewhat sketchy, and by that I mean I’ve been unable to locate solid and verifiable enough data as to the exact dates relating to it all although – it’s true – Michael did appear in court to answer the allegations, but much earlier than February ’71. Now, bear with me here because this gruesome episode does connect to Lennon… With regards to a timeline, I’ve come across a page from the stock-photography agency website ‘Alamy’ that reports on the ongoing ‘slave collar’ court-case and quotes the date, June 6th 1970. It also states that the prosecution accused Malik and his gang of making Marvin Brown “wear a slave collar” after which they proceeded to “march him in a room like an animal in an agricultural exhibition… Malik and about 25 to 30 coloured men mocked the businessman…” According to, the incident occurred in April of 1970. It states:

A young Black American actor called Leroy House had been to work at a central London cleaning agency, but after various deductions the pay he received was less than he was expecting. Hearing the complaint, Michael assembled three men from the Black House and went to ‘Clean-A-Flat’ cleaning company in Newburgh Street. They demanded £3 from the owner, 25-year-old Marvin Brown, and when he said he didn’t have any money on him, Michael picked up a bunch of files from his desk and said he could have them back if he came to the Black House with the £3. Brown called the police, and they headed down to the Black House.
Backed up by some 25 Black House regulars, Michael told the police to leave as they didn’t have a warrant. Left alone, Brown decided to pay the £3. Instead, Michael told him to come back in 30 minutes, and when he did, a court was assembled – some 30 Black men and Black and White women – and demanded Brown make amends for the way Black people had been treated throughout history. Brown protested that as a Jew, he was also part of a persecuted minority – but no-one was impressed by this. Instead, they put a spiked slave collar on Brown, and marched him round the room until he burst into tears. When some of the women protested, his ordeal stopped and he was given his files back, but Michael then wanted him to pay a fine for bringing the police with him. Brown handed over all the money he had with him – £13… He was then released. The police were waiting outside and Brown told them about his ordeal.
A week later, 50 policemen burst into the Black House and arrested everyone who’d been there during the original raid on Brown’s office. All facing trial, Michael decided to flee to Trinidad…

Malik fled to Trinidad in early 1971 after, it’s said, Lennon paid his bail money. That’s a claim that’s been attributed to ‘The John Lennon Encyclopaedia,’ a book compiled by journalist Bill Harry, an old friend of John’s from back in Liverpool where they attended art college together and shared the same flat. If it’s true that the by-then former Beatle did indeed pay for his release, then I must ask; did he know Michael was going to escape the trial once he was let go temporarily on his guarantee, because if he did, that – if I’m not mistaken(?) – classifies Lennon as aiding & abetting. According to a newspaper report I’ve come across dated July 1971, a British judge ordered Malik’s immediate arrest after “he failed to show up in court.” Months earlier, in April 1971, Peter Doggett writes, John and Yoko, following a trip they made to the Virgin Islands, spent a couple of days with Michael in Port of Spain, the capital of Trinidad. He’d set up a new centre – or, what most reports on the internet describe as a ‘commune’ near there on a country-estate he’d leased called ‘Christina Gardens’… It was here, in early 1972, that police unearthed the freshly-buried body of his cousin, Joseph Skerritt and another person during an investigation, reportedly, into a fire that had burned down Malik’s house. Their unearthing led to his arrest, and later that year, he was found guilty of murdering his relative and sentenced to death by hanging. The other corpse was that of Gale Benson, a young, White Englishwoman and the daughter of a former British MP. She’s also said to have been a follower and supporter of the ‘Black Power’ cause, hence her association with Christina Gardens. However, Michael’s associates and henchmen, it’s said, believed her to be an MI6 spy working undercover to destroy their movement. As a result – and on Malik’s orders, allegedly – they killed her by stabbing her repeatedly then pushing her into a shallow grave and burying her alive. When Joseph Skerritt heard about the killing, he attempted to blackmail them, demanding money for not going to the police. In response, we’re told, his cousin Michael led him to a deep pit that had been dug on the property and stabbed him to death before having him buried there. QC Geoffrey Robertson – who was mentioned earlier on in this article for his investigation into the Profumo affair – was a young, newly-qualified lawyer back then and one of his first assignments was representing Malik in the battle to have the death sentence on him overturned, a battle that lasted for about three years or so… And – once again – Lennon was there to help. He and a number of other high-profile figures including, it’s reported, Leonard Cohen, William Burroughs and Dick Gregory became a part of ‘The International Committee to Save Michael X.’ On July 16th 1973, John and Yoko issued a Press-release that stated: “Abdul Malik free spirit and visionary… is scheduled to be hung any day now it is too late to weigh the merits of his innocence or to deny his guilt we know him as a friend and brother. We ask you to do whatever you can to save this man… All life is sacred and there is no room for hatred.” According to Peter Doggett’s book, Lennon also offered to auction off a piano that he’d written several Beatles songs on in a bid to raise money for Malik’s defence… But it was all to no avail… He was hanged in May 1975.
There is speculation that Malik’s execution was used to cover up his involvement, perhaps, in something far bigger than the murder of his cousin, something that connects to the higher echelons of the Establishment. This perhaps has been fuelled by the claim that a Government file on him has been locked up until 2054… Is Lennon featured in it? At this point, I’ll turn the attention to a most fascinating and entertaining British film titled ‘The Bank Job.’ Have you seen it? Released in 2008, it’s a fictional dramatisation of a real-life bank-robbery that occurred in Baker Street in London in September 1971. The robbers are reported to have gotten away with a stash worth millions of pounds, and that they thieved from safety deposit boxes… But, is there actually more to this incident than just that, the official-flavoured version of what we’re told occurred? Written by popular TV-comedy and drama writers Dick Clement and Ian la Frenais, the film connects the heist to the British Secret Service, the illegal porn industry, a member of the House of Lords, as well as Gale Benson, and Malik who, in fact, is one of the central characters in the movie’s narrative. Actor, Jason Statham plays the role of the robbery-gang’s leader. Together, he and his crew tunnel into the bank and raid the boxes for money only to find – to their complete surprise – that a couple of them are filled with sexually explicit and incriminating photographs of Establishment figures. They also find a photo seemingly taken in a street of Michael X standing next to John Lennon (not a ‘real life’ photo mind you, but the movie-makers’ depiction of one, with the roles of John and Michael played by the actors Alan Swoffer and Peter de Jersey respectively). What’s not noted in the film is that pictures of child pornography were found… Well, that’s if we’re to believe what one of the former robbers has anonymously claimed decades after the incident. In an interview in 2008 for the British newspaper/website ‘The Mirror,’ the unnamed source says that he and his fellow gang “realised we had a lot more than we’d bargained for” when they opened up one of the boxes. “What was most disturbing was the child pornography we found. We were disgusted and left it in their open boxes so police could trace the owners.” In 2016, the “close confidante” of a notorious robber who claims to have taken part in the Baker Street heist but who’s never been arrested or charged for it, is reported as saying in The Mirror that the gang “found photographs of a famous (Tory) politician abusing children. The gang were disgusted and left them lying on the floor of the vault for the police to find but nothing was ever done.” Indeed, it’s reported that, days after the robbery, a D-notice was issued, a Government order that forbade the Press from reporting on certain events. A most unusual move for a bank-heist, unless of course some if not all the information in The Bank Job, plus the claims of the alleged former participants in the robbery, are true?… Do you smell a cover-up reaching to the highest heights of the British Establishment? 814p8NIiD-L._SY445_
In the film, the robbers are shocked to discover that they’ve been duped into orchestrating the bank break-in by the Secret Service who’ve implanted an undercover mole within the gang and who’s been tasked with retrieving incriminating photographs of – as it’s described in the film – “a certain royal princess.” The potentially explosive pictures are found stored in a safety deposit box belonging to Malik who’s using the photos as a blackmailing bargaining chip to ensure his immunity from prosecution in Britain for his criminal activities, and also to guarantee his safe return to Trinidad. Unfortunately for him, the authorities get hold of the photographs and, at the end of the film, we see Michael being arrested for Gale Benson’s murder whilst a British Secret Service operative orders the burning down of the house at Christina Gardens.
It’s perhaps no surprise to you that the ‘certain royal princess,’ but whose name isn’t actually revealed in the film, is Queen Elizabeth II’s sister, Margaret. This allegation has been widely speculated on in the mainstream media over the years and, according to an article in The Telegraph from 2008, Ian Clement was personally told about it prior to getting to work on the movie by an individual by the name of George McIndoe who claims to have met at least two of the Baker Street robbers. Meanwhile, the links made in The Bank Job to Malik and the Secret Service are, the writer says, “all conjecture… But what is curious is that I have seen something that says that Michael X’s file is buried until 2054, which is extraordinary. I mean, what the hell he had that was keeping him out of jail, and which was so important that they don’t want it known about… well, it boggles the mind. Even if it was photographs of the royal family, you’d have thought that that wouldn’t have had such a long after-life. But certainly the connection (to Princess Margaret) is a fairly obvious one. And while we’ve become so used to royal scandals since then, in 1971 it would have been a much bigger deal. There was a lot of sensitivity because of the Christine Keeler affair and they didn’t want another scandal dancing around like that. That’s the theory, anyway.”

And so, we find ourselves back with Christine Keeler and the Profumo affair – but the links to the royal family don’t stop here… As well as being a talented and popular osteopath, Stephen Ward was a sketch-artist who’d drawn portraits of a number of well-known figures including, it’s said, the actress Sophia Loren, and – ironically – Harold Macmillan who was Prime Minister at the time of the scandal and of course, who many believe, later relinquished his premiership as a consequence of it. Someone else who posed for a drawing was Princess Margaret, as did her father, Prince Philip, Duke of Edinburgh.

Margaret Philip
Stephen Ward’s portraits of Princess Margaret (1961) and Prince Philip

I’ve been led to understand that, back in the 1960s when the mainstream media’s coverage of the Profumo affair was at its height, at least one newspaper published allegations that controversially linked Ward to the Queen’s husband, citing that they were both members of the exclusive ‘Thursday club,’ a small group of men who, it’s said, met regularly and socialised together at a restaurant in Soho, London. The actors David Niven and Peter Ustinov belonged to this set as did musician Larry Adler, and, the Kray twins. Remember those documents I mentioned earlier related to the whole Profumo affair and that have been embargoed for 40-plus years? I wonder if any of the above is noted in them? Daily-Mirror-24061963In 2012, the British newspaper/website ‘The Express’ published allegations it claims to have received from Soviet intel agents that both Princess Margaret and her father were being spied on by the KGB during the 1960s. It’s claimed “intelligence was gathered on Prince Phillip via society osteopath and artist Stephen Ward, who boasted of a 15-year friendship with the Prince…” In her autobiography ‘Secrets and Lies,’ Christine Keeler claims that “Stephen told me how he and… Prince Phillip had all visited nightclubs together in the 1940s. They were quite wild times and it was thought to be a little delicate for Prince Phillip when Elizabeth became Queen, according to Stephen. He had no time for Phillip and would always put him down in conversation for he hated the Establishment.”

Princess Margaret, The Beatles 1964 - Hard Day's Night premiere
Princess Margaret and The Beatles in 1964 at movie premiere of ‘A Hard Day’s Night.’

In October 2013, it’s reported that a Russian TV-documentary was set to be screened that would claim Ward’s friend Yevgeny Ivanov had taken possession of some “scandalous” photographs of Prince Phillip at the Thursday Club during the 1950s as part of the KGB’s bid to discredit the British royal family. I haven’t seen the programme unfortunately as I’ve been unable to find any information about it on the internet, with the exception of an article from the MailOnline which claims the photos “were taken in the 1950s by the Duke’s close friend and fellow club member, photographer Baron Nahum. According to the programme… Soviet spy Yevgeny Ivanov used a special camera to take copies of the photos from an album in the possession of Stephen Ward… who was also associated with the club.” And if you want to mix fact with, we’re told, fiction, and as we did earlier with The Bank Job, Last year, the British biographical TV-drama miniseries on Queen Elizabeth II and titled ‘The Crown,’ featured an episode centring on the Prince’s connection to Stephen Ward. I haven’t seen this either, so – again – I’ll rely on the MailOnline which claims there’s one “fictitious scene” where “the Queen confronts her husband about the nature of his relationship with Stephen Ward… Elizabeth – played by (actress) Claire Foy – is also shown conspiring to keep details of Phillip’s involvement out of the public domain.” As the scandal begins to break in public in 1963, “rumours begin to grow that a ‘mystery man’ photographed with his back to the camera at one of Ward’s parties is Phillip.” An idea as to what the Prince may or may not have participated in at one of Ward’s parties can be described by Christine Keeler who, in ‘Secrets and Lies,’ recalls, “Stephen could always sense people’s sexual tastes – and egg them on, make them go further than they might have otherwise. Stephen knew all the Masonic handshakes and he said that at some of the parties the girls would just wear leather Masonic aprons. Some of the women Stephen was involved with were heavily into sadistic sex and there were ‘black magic’ parties, which were really just an excuse for group sex sessions.” Whether they were “an excuse” or not, the veteran British entertainer Michael Bentine, a former member of groundbreaking comedy-group The Goons, and someone who is said to have known Ward, claims in his 1984 book ‘The Doors of the Mind,’ that he met the osteopath backstage in the dressing-room of a show he was appearing at in the West End of London. “He was obviously connected with some sort of magical or esoteric group,” he recalls, “but to me he didn’t fit into the conventional frame of spiritualist or psychic researcher. I picked up, through his covert references, that he was more inclined towards ritual magical practises than towards straightforward paranormal awareness and its development for healing in which, as a successful physiotherapist, he would be thought likely to specialise. His involvement in black magic was later confirmed by Dom Robert Pettitpierre, the late exorcist of the Church of England.” He goes on, “most people have only the vaguest ideas of what a ‘ritual magical society’ is like, probably because the material they have read in this context has been mainly sensationalised rubbish.”
Someone else who’s said to have met Ward is, Brian Epstein. This is a claim that’s been made directly to Redwel Trabant of the highly recommended blog ‘Beatles Conspiracy’ “by someone who claims to have been there.” So the story goes, the Beatles’ manager first came into contact with the osteopath in the very early 1960s during a visit to London, after having travelled down from Liverpool briefly “trying to hawk” the-then largely-unknown band around to record-companies in the capital. The website’s author states that, “on the face of it this seems to be a very strange suggestion,” and then asks, “why would The Beatles manager be introduced to, or think it worthwhile to meet Stephen Ward the osteopath? Well, Ward was no ordinary osteopath, having treated Ghandi, his list of patients grew to include Winston Churchill, Douglas Fairbanks Jr., Prince Phillip, Lord Astor… Ward was a society fixer. If you wanted a girl, or indeed a boy, Ward could not only arrange it but, should it be required, sort out a venue, outfits, accessories and take a commemorative photograph as well. Ward was the archetypal wedding planner for the rich and famous only without the wedding. Indeed, MI5 described Ward as ‘being the provider of popsies for rich people.’” Given that homosexuality in the UK was illegal prior to 1967, gay men such as Epstein had to be discreet when seeking out sexual pleasures for fear of arrest and public scandal. Ward, theoretically, as a well-connected “fixer,” could provide Brian with what he wanted and with little to no risk of detection from unwanted quarters. On the other hand, considering that Stephen appears to have been either, and, or, a KGB/MI5 agent who also attended sex parties and, in Keeler’s words, “lured many of” his associates “into compromising situations,” I suppose it could be argued that Ward may have had the inclination to secretly monitor Epstein on behalf of his intelligence contacts as he’d done, allegedly, to Prince Phillip, John Profumo, and Yevgeny Ivanov.

Brian Epstein

Similar to the rise of The Beatles, the Profumo affair didn’t break out into mass-public consciousness until 1963, although in both cases, the seeds of that attention were being sown in 1962. In the summer of that year, John Lennon, Paul McCartney, and George Harrison entered ‘EMI’ studios at Abbey Road in London for their maiden recording-session there, and Pete Best, their long-serving drummer, was sacked and replaced with Ringo Starr, and it was also during this time, it’s said, that the first printed reference was made in the media on what would become the Profumo scandal – although it was a vague and cryptic one. It’s reported to have been published in a column in a magazine called ‘Queen,’ and titled, ‘Sentences I’d Like to Hear the End of.’ I’ve been led to understand by a couple of sources on the internet that – and, to quote one of them – Keeler, Ivanov, and the British Secretary of State for War were “beginning to be the subject of gossip.” This indeed appears to have been a small world. According to the book ‘Beautiful Idiots and Brilliant Lunatics: A Sideways look at 20th Century London’ by author and blogger Rob Baker, the article in the magazine was “written… by the associate editor, Robin Douglas-Home, a nephew of Lord Home, the Foreign Secretary at the time.” In October 1963 as the Profumo scandal laid waste to reputations and careers, Lord Home took over as Prime Minister from Harold Macmillan after he resigned, reportedly, due to ill health. I’ll also note briefly at this point that the aforementioned associate editor was a friend of Princess Margaret, and for a brief spell during 1967, her lover. He died 18 months after she ended their affair in a reported “suicide.” In the ‘Beautiful Idiots’ book, Rob Baker states that Robin was a “part of Princess Margaret’s social set. Home, who always kept his ears close to the ground, was exceedingly well-placed to hear any society gossip,” such as what was rumoured to be going on with Keeler, Ivanov, and Profumo. The aforementioned magazine-article in Queen and alluding to the gossip stated: “… called in MI5 because every time the chauffeur-driven ‘Zil’ drew up at her front-door, out of the back-door into a chauffeur-driven ‘Humber’ slipped…” This, writes Barker, “sent shockwaves” through the British Government and London’s (and indeed, Britain’s) newspaper capital, Fleet Street, although to almost everyone else “it was no more than a fragment of a sentence and utterly incomprehensible and innocuous…” The reference in the piece to “a chauffeur-driven Humber” is most likely referring to the ministerial car that Yevgeny Ivanov is said to have been driven around in. According to the book ‘Unholy Joy: A Short History of the Profumo Affair’ by author and TV producer/director John Lawton, two days after first having sex with Keeler, Ivanov visited her flat and took her out for a drive “around London in the chauffeured ministerial Humber.” However, it was a shooting incident outside a flat in London belonging to Ward in December 1962 that resulted in the gossip being catapulted into the mass, mainstream consciousness. Johnny Edgecombe, a young West Indian who earned a living as a driver for jazz musicians and who was Keeler’s girlfriend for a time, turned up with a gun outside Stephen’s and began firing it at the front-door when Christine wouldn’t let him in. Eventually, he was arrested and charged with intent to kill her. The incident attracted the attention of the newspaper and TV media and, it’s said, reporters began to camp outside Keeler’s flat in the hope of an exclusive interview. She claims a friend of hers at the time by the name of Nina Gadd and who “had been feeding the gossip-columns and called herself a freelance journalist,” sensed an opportunity “to make a killing” here and brought the unsuspecting Christine into contact with a reporter from a national newspaper who offered to buy her story on Profumo as well as the ‘Darling letter’ he’d sent her, despite her reservations about going public with his identity in the Press. She was assured that his name couldn’t be printed and he’d be referred to instead as “an anonymous Government minister.” And so, she went ahead and made a deal although, ultimately, nothing was printed because Ward, it’s said, intervened and had it stopped with threats of legal action. The newspaper also returned the ‘Darling’ note to the minister via his solicitor – but kept itself a copy of it too! “Soon,” states John Lawton, “copies of the copy began to pass around Fleet Street.” By March of ‘63, the hushed rumours were an open, public secret and Profumo was forced to make a statement to the House of Commons about his alleged relations with Keeler, Ward, and Ivanov who – it’s interesting to point out – was called back unexpectedly (they say) to Russia in January of that year as the black clouds of scandal were beginning to form in Britain. The minister admitted to having met Yevgeny at Bill Astor’s weekend gathering at Cliveden, and to being a close acquaintance of Ward’s and, to a lesser extent, Christine’s, but denied that he and she were involved in any “impropriety.” Stephen backed-up the politician in the media, perhaps assuming (or hoping) that his old Establishment friends would, in return, defend him from the scandal-hunters… They didn’t. He was arrested and then stood trial in July ’63 on pimping charges including, so states Geoffrey Robertson in his book ‘Stephen Ward Was Innocent, OK,’ for “living from the immoral earnings of Christine Keeler, a ‘common prostitute’…” He was also indicted for allegedly doing the same with Rice-Davies. The QC believes “Ward was charged with crimes for which there was no evidence that he or anyone else had committed. Ward was made a scapegoat for the Profumo affair which became so toxic for the Macmillan government. He knew that Profumo had lied to Parliament about his relationship with Keeler… ” Much of what Robertson lays out there has been echoed by Phillip Knightley, co-author of the 1987 book, ‘An Affair of State: The Profumo Case and the Framing of Stephen Ward.’ In a 1989 TV documentary he said, “I have it on very good information, that at a meeting that was held in early 1963, the Home Secretary, Henry Brooke, said at this meeting, ‘somebody must be responsible for all this.’ So, the word got around that the Government wants a scapegoat in this case. The Commissioner of Police was present at this meeting and he thought, ‘well, maybe there is something we can charge Ward with? Maybe Ward is guilty of breach of the Official Secrets Act?’ And he looked at that and there was nothing there and then he looked… he asked around the police in Ward’s own area – Marylebone – and there on file at Marylebone police-station was a lot of anonymous complaints that Ward had been running a call-girl racket. Now that was untrue – untrue in the sense that you imagine a call-girl racket to be providing girls for money. Ward didn’t provide girls for money. Ward introduced willing young ladies to gentlemen who were interested in them.” Keeler shared this view pretty much. She maintained throughout her life that she wasn’t a prostitute, and Mandy insisted that she herself had never been pimped off by Ward for money either. In a 2014 article for the MailOnline, in which she accused the trial of being “vindictively rigged” against him, she also argued that he was charged for “a tawdry crime he did not commit.” She then went on, “I think that the Government was eager to shift attention away from security risks… and on to the shenanigans of the ‘fast set.’ There could be no better way of doing this than by putting Stephen’s louche lifestyle on trial.” Keeler concurred. She once said, “I know the truth and it is far more shocking than what the public has been fed by the British Establishment. Sex was a game – spying was a serious business. Far better that the Establishment be caught with its pants down than involved in stealing secrets – that was the thinking. Far better for the public to be titillated by aristocratic misdemeanours…” So, an orchestrated smoke-screen was set up to shift the public’s focus away from other more infinitely important but hidden aspects of the entire affair, and Stephen was the unwitting sacrificial lamb that was chosen to make this happen. On July 30th, following the judge’s summing up of the trial, Ward went to the flat of a friend’s where he was staying and reportedly attempted to kill himself with a drugs overdose. He was taken to hospital. The next day, as he lay comatose, the trial continued in his absence and reached a verdict of guilty on two counts; Count 1, that he lived on the earnings of Keeler and (Count 2) Mandy Rice-Davies. On August 3rd, Stephen died after never regaining consciousness.

Ward being taken to hospital
Ward being taken to hospital following his overdose

Veteran British TV reporter Tom Mangold was working at the ‘Daily Express’ newspaper at the time, and he was a friend of Ward’s. He claims to have been at the flat shortly before he took the overdose. He’s said, “Ward killed himself having been targeted by a vindictive State seeking a scapegoat for Profumo’s behaviour. Fearing contamination, most of his many ‘friends’ deserted him, and British intelligence agencies who had been happy to use him failed to speak up in court. Ward was a broken man when he took an overdose… ” Geoffrey Robertson states that Ward “had attempted suicide, because (as he said in a note), ‘after Marshall’s (the judge’s) summing up, I’ve given up all hope.’” Mangold claims that during his visit to the flat, Stephen handed him one of the many notes he was writing to friends and associates, and which the reporter didn’t realise till sometime afterwards were suicide letters because, as he’s recalled, he didn’t read his “till later.” One of them, he’s said, read, “delay resuscitation as long as possible.” This is, I must remark, most odd, that is if we’re to take seriously the reported claims of an alleged “MI6 asset” by the name of Lee Tracey who, in recent years, is said to have claimed that the British intel services had Ward murdered with an enforced overdose. If this is true, then Mangold’s version of events regarding the night of Stephen’s overdose is, to put it mildly, way off course. The allegations were published in an article in 2013 in The Telegraph by Neil Tweedie…

… The wrong done to Ward may have been much worse than being made a scapegoat. Accounts of his end contain the standard ingredients: a man deserted by his erstwhile friends, alone in the early hours as disgrace beckons; a desperate succession of suicide notes written and addressed to recipients; a bottle of pills; the only “decent thing” left to do.

Could there, however, have been another ingredient – Stanley Rytter?

Rytter was a ‘deniable,’ a freelance operative for both MI5 and MI6… An intelligence colleague of his has gone on the record to claim that, in a deathbed confession, the Pole admitted that he murdered Ward to ensure his silence.

“It was decided that Ward had to die,” says Lee Tracey… “Stanley Rytter is the one who killed Ward. I know because he told me. Rytter told me he was paid to kill Ward. He convinced Ward that he ought to have a good night’s sleep and take some sleeping pills. He let Ward doze off and then woke him again and told him to take his tablets. Another half an hour later or so, he woke Ward again and told him he’d forgotten to take his sleeping pills. So it went on, until Ward had overdosed. It might sound far-fetched, but it’s the easiest thing in the world to do. Once the victim is drowsy he will agree to almost anything.”

Ward, says Tracey, knew too much. For years, he had cultivated the high and mighty of British society, supplying friends with girls, not for money but for the kudos of moving within such circles. Politicians, aristocrats, even royalty, all attended Ward’s gatherings, some of which involved sadomasochism. 

That the death of Ward was convenient for Britain’s social and political elite is beyond doubt. Reputations remained intact that might otherwise have been destroyed in a flurry of disclosures about the sexual adventures of the great and good. The intelligence services, meanwhile, were rid of a potential embarrassment. Ward had been their man, a source of useful information on the peccadilloes of MPs, peers, diplomats and others. But when the Profumo story exploded, MI5, the domestic security service, and MI6, the foreign intelligence service, both involved with Ward, ran for cover.

… Tom Mangold… knew Ward well. He… dismisses out of hand the notion that he was murdered, pointing to the numerous suicide notes penned by the osteopath.

However, there is a discordant aspect to the night of the supposed self-administered overdose. Some time after Mangold’s departure, Bryan Wharton, a Daily Express photographer, was asked to meet Ward at the osteopath’s flat in Bryanston Mews, not Mallord Street in Chelsea, where he was staying. There, Wharton found Ward engaged in writing a letter to Henry Brooke, the home secretary. It was full of names and Wharton managed to get a shot of it. Ward, he said, was “extremely upset” and insistent that Wharton should be at the Home Office at 7.30am the next day to photograph him delivering the missive. There was another man there. Wharton left Ward some time after midnight and delivered his pictures to the Express. They subsequently disappeared.

Just for the record, Geoffrey Robertson believes that those in the corridors of power were nervous because Ward had been “threatening to expose the truth.” Just one example, in March of 1963, Stephen had reportedly written to opposition Labour Party leader Harold Wilson stating that Profumo had lied.

Meanwhile, in this seemingly small world, we see the name of Peter Rachman popping up again…

Rytter was a former employee of Polish intelligence who had escaped to Britain during the war. He sometimes used journalistic cover to mask his activities, and also worked for Peter Rachman… the most notorious racketeer landlord in post-war London. 

Peter Rachman

It was Rachman, says Tracey, who recommended Rytter to Ward. The latter was living in “abject fear” at the time of his trial and was persuaded that he should have a minder.
“Bumping people off was not Rytter’s forte,” says Tracey, who spoke with the dying Rytter in 1984. “He could be boastful. But why does a man who knows he is dying lie about something like that? What has he got to gain?” 

Tracey was not alone in believing that Rytter had “assisted” Ward’s death. Another associate of Rachman, Serge Paplinski: “Stanley was there with Ward on that last night. He always said that Ward was poisoned.”

It’s perhaps also worth noting at this point the words of Michael Bentine the previously-mentioned Goon Show star who, during WWII was, as is widely reported, a member of RAF intelligence and MI9 which was a department of the War Office between 1939 and 1945 and that was tasked with facilitating escapees of British prisoners of war and enabling the return of allies who succeeded in evading capture in enemy-occupied territory.

Michael Bentine

In Anthony Summer’s The Secret Worlds of Stephen Ward, the entertainer is quoted as saying, “a Special Branch friend of mine told me Ward was ‘assisted’ in his dying. I think he was murdered.” Bentine, according to the book’s author, “declined to be drawn further” on this allegation.

During Stephen Ward’s trial in the summer of ‘63, Mandy Rice-Davies appeared in the court-room as a witness. When one of the barristers put it to her that Bill Astor had denied ever having been involved with her, she famously replied, “well, he would, wouldn’t he?” He died in 1966 and his son, William, succeeded him as Viscount. In the 1970s he married Annabel Lucy Veronica Jones. She had a daughter from a previous marriage and whose name was Samantha, the future wife of now former British Prime Minister David Cameron. In May 1965, The Beatles filmed on location at Cliveden House for their second big-screen movie, ‘Help!’ As Paul McCartney has since recalled, the scenes in it where we see them at Buckingham Palace were, actually, shot at the Astor residence in, it’s said, the French dining-room.

From the movie, all four Beatles leaning out of a window of what’s supposed to be Buckingham Place but is actually the Astor house
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A scene from the ‘Buckingham Palace’ segment of the film which was in actual fact shot within the walls of the Astor residence

“We shot a sequence where we’d used the house, pretending it was Buckingham Palace,” recalled McCartney in 2008. “I’m not sure the Queen would have allowed that. I’d been out there with the Beatles and we met Lord Astor and he was on his last legs. I remember him offering us all oxygen. He was saying: ‘Do you want a bit?’ I think we did have a quick whiff.” It wasn’t long before they did get inside the Palace of course. In October of ‘65 in fact, when they went there to receive their MBEs.

John, Paul and George during the filming of Help! standing by the Cliveden residence pool where Keeler was introduced to John Profumo almost four years earlier

Aside from Cliveden House, it’s said the woodlands area of the Astor estate was used for Help! too. The scene in the film where The Beatles appear in a spoof cinema-ad (or, ‘intermission’ as they called them back then) was, I’m informed, shot on a spot known as ‘Bluebell Wood.’ Blink and you’ll miss it though:

As it turns out, Cliveden House had been used for film-location shoots years prior to Help! In 1952, its exterior was shot for the movie ‘The Card’ starring Alec Guinness, and, since 1965, the residence and/or its grounds has been seen in the TV drama series ‘Mr. Selfridge,’ the 1966 British comedy flick ‘Carry On Don’t Lose Your Head,’ 2004’s ‘Thunderbirds,’ and the 2015 ‘Disney’ outing ‘Cinderella’ – to name some. McCartney returned there too. Sometime during 1969/’70, he and his then new wife, Linda, would venture off out of the hustle and bustle of London and the pressures of Beatledom to find solace in quieter surroundings, such as Cliveden. In 1942, the main residence was donated to the cultural preservation organisation the ‘National Trust’ by the Astors although the family continued to live there until 1966 after which, the gardens were opened to the public. “We would go on visits to places like Cliveden, where Linda photographed me with Heather, Linda’s daughter, who became our daughter,” McCartney recalled in 2008.

Somewhere else where McCartney chose to unwind during the 1960s was the ‘Ad Lib,’ a nightclub in London said to have been one of the city’s celebrity hang-outs during the early to middle part of that decade. Christine Keeler was also a regular there. It became a favourite haunt of hers in the years directly after the Profumo scandal when, in Britain, her face was just as famous as any Pop musician of the day. “Ever since the Profumo affair, I have never known if a man was capable of loving me for not being Christine Keeler,” she states in her autobiography ‘Secrets and Lies.’ “It’s like being an heiress except I had inherited the flotsam of folly rather than a fortune. It meant I never had to buy a drink at the Ad Lib club, which became the centre of my social life. It was loud and popular and everybody seemed to be someone or was trying to be.” It was there, in 1965, that Keeler says she got up close and very personal with Ringo Starr. “I kept going to the Ad Lib and one night ended up dancing with Ringo,” she claims in Secrets and Lies. “The Fab Four were the biggest thing in the world and we were great curiosities on the dance-floor. Which is why we ended up in bed together the next morning…” Christine’s boyfriend at the time, a guy by the name of Freddy who, incidentally, was a nephew by marriage to Charlie, older brother of the dreaded Kray twins, walked in on Ringo and Keeler as they were in bed together that morning. “If it had been anyone else but a Beatle I think he might have bashed Ringo about,” she’s claimed. “As it was, he was so taken aback when he saw it was Ringo in bed with me that he did nothing, just stood there gawping. Ringo made a break for it – and broke my banister as he went.”

In the years just prior to her death, Keeler had been, we’re told, living in hard times. The huge amounts of money earned from newspaper stories back in the day reportedly all gone, she was said to be residing in sheltered accommodation in South London.

Keeler pictured in 2013
Keeler, pictured in 2013

Mandy Rice-Davies fared far better. After Ward’s trial, she accepted an offer to sing in German cabaret and took up with a half-Italian, half-French baron by the name of Pierre Cevello. Later, she moved on to Israel and married businessman Rafael Shaul. Together they opened ‘Mandy’s Discotheque,’ which is said to have become the centre of nightlife in one of the country’s largest cities, Tel Aviv. The two eventually divorced. During the 1980s, she appeared in a number of movies including 1986’s ‘Absolute Beginners,’ a film that also starred David Bowie. In 1994 she played a guest-role in an episode of the hit UK TV sitcom ‘Absolutely Fabulous.’ She got wed again in the 1980s, this time to Ken Foreman, a wealthy businessman and she lived a life of luxury in the English stockbroker belt. Mandy died in 2014 from cancer. She was 70 years old.

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Mandy with her husband Ken Foreman

As for John Profumo… Just weeks after he’d appeared in front of the House of Commons and denied any “impropriety” with Keeler, he resigned as a cabinet minister, admitting that he’d in fact lied to Parliament about his relationship with her.

Given that many of the official documents on the Profumo scandal have never been released to the public and remain locked away, it’s no surprise that there’s questions, speculation and theorising as to what actually went on. Was Stephen Ward a spy, and if so, for whom? The KGB? MI5? Both? Or neither? Was he – as many believe – a scapegoat – a patsy – for those high up in the echelons of power and control? And if he was, what was it that the Establishment was (and is) hiding from us by throwing him to the lions? I can’t help thinking that, perhaps, we’ll never know, even when some of the secret official documents will have their embargoes lifted in decades from now (and that many of us reading this in 2018 won’t be around to see then). One thing’s for sure, the prominent characters within the Profumo scandal were largely made up of tenants of a small world that’s closed off to ordinary, everyday folk. A world inhabited by figures in politics, the aristocracy, and royalty. Sharing it with them were Keeler, Ward, as well as The Beatles and the likes of ‘slum landlord’ Peter Rachman, and Lennon’s friend, Michael X who, let’s not forget, has reportedly had his official file embargoed until 2054. You do have to wonder why. As Ian Clement, the co-director of the previously mentioned movie ‘The Bank Job’ has said, “what the hell was so important that ‘they’ don’t want it known about?” The robbery occurred at ‘Lloyd’s Bank’ in London’s Baker Street, approximately just one mile from Cavendish Square, the location of Ward’s osteopathy practise and about 0.6 miles from his flat in Wimpole Mews, and where the gun incident occurred with Keeler and Johnny Edgecombe. Small world indeed. Just a three minute walk from this apartment is Wimpole Street where the Asher family lived back then. Paul McCartney moved in there in 1963 sharing the abode with his then-girlfriend Jane, her brother Peter, and the parents, Margaret and Richard who was an eminent doctor and who for a time was a consultant physician at the mental observation ward at the Central Middlesex Hospital in London. He also authored a paper in the 1950s titled – interestingly – ‘Respectable Hypnosis.’ In it, he reveals that “I have used hypnosis as an ancillary method of treatment in general medicine… I have devoted one out-patient session a week to it. From this experience I am learning a little about its use and limitations.” It’s been alleged that Richard was involved in secret MK ULTRA-type experiments with widely reported ‘Tavistock Clinic’ psychiatrist Emanuel Miller, and the notorious ‘brainwasher’ Dr. William Sargant. This is according to an anonymous claimant on the previously mentioned website, ‘Beatles Conspiracy.’

Paul and Jane Asher circa 1965

With regards to Asher and Ward, there’s no documentation or evidence to suggest in any shape or form that they knew each other or ever met, but it’s possible that they did given that they were both medical men living and working within close proximity of each other. As you may be aware, Richard, same as Stephen, also died prematurely as a result of “suicide.” I won’t go into it too much here, but the circumstances surrounding his death are, to me, a bit odd. Reported missing by his family in 1969, his dead body was discovered a week later in, of all places, the basement of their Wimpole St. home.
According to a quote on the popular website ‘Aangirfan,’ Ward “was involved in the Monarch mind-control programme, designed by the security services to create mind-controlled politicians, assassins and sex slaves. The prostitute Christine Keeler often said that ‘Ward controlled her.’” Stephen-Ward-with-Christi-001I have absolutely no idea how accurate (or true) this allegation relating to Ward’s connections to MK ULTRA and his ‘handling’ of Keeler are, but it’s perhaps worth noting that she did carry some possible tell-tale signs of Monarch mind-control. For a start, she’d been sexually abused as a child, by her stepfather. Or so she claimed. In Secrets and Lies, she states, “when I was 12, mum had to go to hospital for a couple of weeks. My dad tried to kiss me.” He had some ointment that “he managed to rub… onto my breast, as I had a cold. He asked me to run away with him… as he didn’t love my mother. I never told my mum, but I was terrified and slept with a small knife under the pillow from then on. And I never got over that fear of him… ” Ward, if we’re to believe what’s been alleged, groomed Keeler, ruled her life. When he first met her, she was still a teenager, a working showgirl from a tough, cash-strapped background. He took her on and introduced her to powerful, influential and famous figures for sex.

To illustrate further just how close in vicinity some of the characters in this article lived and/or operated within, here’s a ‘Google Map’ (accompanied by my crude handiwork) of the small walking distance from Baker Street where the Lloyd’s bank job took place (top left-hand side), to (further to the right) Wimpole Street the home of the Ashers, and next to it, Wimpole Mews where Ward had a flat. Cavendish Square, the location of Stephen’s osteopathy practise, is at the bottom of the map…

small world map - drawn over

Meanwhile, the Ashers’ Wimpole St. home is just 2.7 miles from the Tavistock Clinic. ‘Tavistock House’ is 1.2 miles away, and the ‘London School of Economics’ is 1.7 miles from their house.

Wimpole Street, Tavistock House, LSE map - drawn on version

Just how entwined was this small world that linked Christine Keeler, Stephen Ward and Bill Astor and members of the British royal family to Michael X, and, The Beatles? Was it loose and random, a community made up of pure chance, or was there some design to it? Many reading this will no doubt suspect there was a purpose behind it and that it wasn’t accidental.

Mandy Rice-Davies 1963
Mandy Rice-Davies, 1963

The popular blogger Henry Makow, in a 2008 article titled ‘Profumo Affair Exposed Masonic Control,’ opines, “Stephen Ward was an Illuminati agent whose job was to undermine the Conservative Government to make way for Harold Wilson’s Labour Party. Most likely the ‘Profumo Affair’ was planned and staged.” Well, if that’s true, consider it like this… Assume that the open sexual permissiveness and all the other liberal ideals and lifestyles that came after the Profumo affair, first with the ‘swinging Sixties’ and then the so-called ‘Hippie’ movement – and underpinned all the way by The Beatles whose fame rocketed in the immediate wake of the scandal – was always intended to be just one of the aims? Is it coincidence that the band’s rise from virtual unknowns in 1962 to national household names across Great Britain during 1963 coincided almost in unison with the simmering, then bubbling, then explosion into mass consciousness of the Profumo affair? It dissipated and fizzled out fairly soon enough whilst John, Paul, George and Ringo rose ever higher, taking with them in their role as representatives of the new Sixties generation, the values and motifs that it stood for, such as the ‘swinging’ sexual permissiveness that Keeler and Rice-Davies have been attributed with introducing to the mainstream culture of that decade. Now, working on the assumption that this was design and not accident, changes would have to have been made in order for it to have all been able to happen in the first place of course, and by that I mean events and situations would have to have been orchestrated and/or manipulated. People would have to have been moved around, such as the elderly figures of Harold Macmillan and Alec Douglas-Home who were classed as the old guard of a Britain past.

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Harold Macmillan and Alec Douglas-Home pictured in 1963

It would’ve been essential, perhaps, to have Macmillan and Douglas-Home conspired out of action so that they could then be replaced by the younger, media-savvy Harold Wilson, who schmoozed publicly with The Beatles and was Prime Minister when they received their MBEs… This was, maybe, an earlier, black & white and unrefined version of what future Labour PM Tony Blair would adopt in the 1990s for his ‘Cool Britannia’ phase when he courted the likes of Noel Gallagher of Oasis at No. 10 Downing Street.

The Beatles and Harold Wilson in 1964
The Beatles with Harold Wilson, 1964

In order to herald in to 1960s mainstream culture the, as Mandy-Rice Davies described it, “vanguard” movement of free love, one would need a Wilson to sell it, not an old fogey like Macmillan who during that time was being lampooned by Britain’s new and burgeoning political satirists including comedian Peter Cook and the magazine he financed, ‘Private Eye.’ Was this part of the plan too? As its then-editor said in a 1989 TV documentary, “the satire boom was really very much based as a kind of personal attack on Macmillan who’d been Prime Minister for a long time and had developed into this sort of almost caricature figure… And he was a kind of a focus for mimics and all this kind of thing.” As an interesting side-note, Jane Asher is a share-holder of Private Eye. Additionally, Emanuel Miller, the Tavistock psychiatrist who’s alleged to have participated in MK ULTRA-type experiments with the actress’s dad, was the father of Jonathan Miller. He was a co-member of the 1960s satirical comedy-group ‘Beyond the Fringe’ alongside Dudley Moore, Alan Bennett, and, of course, Peter Cook. Furthermore, just like his father before him, he’s a fully-qualified doctor, and who trained under, would you believe it, Richard Asher. This is indeed a small world, and with eyebrow-raising connections to mind-control and social-engineering perhaps.

‘Beyond the Fringe’; From left to right: Alan Bennett, Peter Cook, Dudley Moore, and Jonathan Miller

Was it possible that hidden forces conspired to bring down the Conservative government in order to replace it with a Prime Minister equipped with the ability to assist in the ushering in of a counter-culture of mind-bending/damaging drugs, occult literature, philosophies and art, and the breakdown of old family values? I don’t know. Having casually perused the history of Wilson’s tenure as PM in the 1960s, I‘m not convinced this was the case… but I wouldn’t rule it out either. If there was such a plot, then it’s highly likely The Beatles would have been factored into it, with or without their knowledge. As for their associations with Cliveden House, Bill Astor, Keeler and her acquaintance Michael X (via Peter Rachman)?… Whether all or some of these connections were merely down to pure chance – the random result of living in a small world, or, on the other hand, hints of some sort of cabal hidden away from plain view and intent on bringing about mass social change? … Well, because I’m unable to locate an answer, I’ll leave that question hanging… Make of it all what you will.




Documentary: ‘Sex, Lies & A Very British Scapegoat’,_3rd_Viscount_Astor

Documentary: ‘The Scandal Story’ (1989)


BBC Radio 4 documentary: ‘The Real Rachman – Lord of the Slums’

‘Days in the Life. Voices from the English Underground. 1961 – 1971.’ Jonathon Green (1988)

‘There’s a Riot Going On.’ Peter Doggett – pgs 328, 331, 332, 333, 392, 393, 524

‘The John Lennon Letters’ – Edited by Hunter Davies. pg 248

‘New York Times’ news-report, May 17th 1975: ‘Militant Is Hanged by Trinidad After Long Fight for Clemency.’’d%20like%20to%20hear%20the%20end%20of&f=false’s%20had%20dinner%20with%20the%20queen&f=false,_4th_Viscount_Astor,7340,L-4605794,00.html

‘The Glasgow Herald’ newspaper, May 3rd 1969: ‘Dr. Richard Asher Found Dead.’






Eye Never Knew…


It’s true… as the title of this short article states, eye (ahem!) didn’t know until a few weeks ago (circa November 2017) that John Lennon had a so-called ‘psychedelic eye’ built into his swimming pool at ‘Kenwood,’ the mansion in the English county of Surrey where he lived during much of the Beatles years with his then-wife Cynthia and his son, Julian. The first time it came to my attention was during a random surf on the internet whilst looking for something completely unrelated to the band or its members, then there it was… a ‘YouTube’ video of an unedited news-report courtesy of ‘Thames TV,’ a now defunct regional provider of television for London and immediate surrounding areas. In it we see the-then present owner of the house – “a Swedish businessman” (unnamed) – standing in the waterless pool hosing down the mosaic of the eye. We’re then shown clips of him peeling off part of the “28,800 separate tiles” in readiness for them to be reassembled “and mounted in an intricate aluminium frame” for exhibition in Liverpool in August of ‘85. Just for the record, this account of events differs somewhat to the well-respected blog/site ‘Kenwood’ which claims that the mural was removed for another reason. So it goes, “back in 1985, the decision was taken to remove the eye due to its rapidly deteriorating condition; apparently if they had left it in the pool, within ten years the whole thing would have been wrecked beyond redemption. So out it came…”

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Lennon’s ‘psychedelic eye’ prior to its removal in 1985

Whatever the reason for its removal, the mural did reportedly go on display at a location in Liverpool known as the ‘Festival Gardens’ in 1985.

You can watch the TV news-report here:

I think what fascinates me the most about this is that the psychedelic eye is – from what I can gather – the most blatant form of occult symbolism I’ve seen connected directly to Lennon… it’s verified, and it’s by no means subtly suggestive… it’s ‘in your face obvious.’ What’s not so obvious are its origins. According to a number of websites and other sources I’ve come across, the mural was designed by John himself, although no verifiable link, reference or direction towards where this claim actually originates is provided. This is most frustratingly taken to its limit on ‘Wikipedia’ which declares that the McCartney biography ‘Many Years from Now’ authored by old Beatles friend and former ‘60s counter-culturalist Barry Miles features a line in it, on page 397, about “the mosaic” being “based on the Eye of Knowledge (the Third Eye)” and “which was part of the teachings of the Maharishi Mahesh Yogi,” the Indian guru who for a time during 1967 and ‘68 drew John, Paul, George and Ringo towards his teachings in transcendental meditation and eastern mysticism. Well, I turned to my own paperback edition of the aforementioned book to cross-check this ‘Third Eye’ claim only to find that it wasn’t in there. There’s no references to mosaics or eyes to be seen – psychedelic or otherwise – not on page 397 or anywhere close to it. I dunno… either I’m the owner of an early version of Many Years from Now which, perhaps, has since been reprinted with new, additional passages, or Wikipedia is publishing false, non-existent information.
What’s also not clear is in what year exactly the mosaic was constructed although I’d guess it was sometime between 1966 and ‘67 when The Beatles were, to some degree or other, connected to the-then burgeoning 1960s counter-culture, a culture which was aligned to occult influences whether in the form of eastern mysticism, or Crowley, Timothy Leary, the I-Ching or whatever.
There is a bit of a clue to the timeline perhaps in the photo below of John sitting by the eye. I’d guess (judging by Lennon’s hairstyle and clothing) this dates from some point in ’67…

Lennon by the pool

It should also be pointed out that the origins of the moniker, ‘psychedelic eye’ are unverified. I myself don’t know for sure whether it was John’s idea to call the mosaic that or the mainstream media’s in its retrospectives.

In an unusual turn of events, the mosaic reportedly went missing after being exhibited at the Festival Gardens in the 1980s. In 2011 a number of news websites stated that the mosaic had been gone for almost a couple of decades but was back in the hands of its two owners, Bernie Cochrane a – depending which source you read – TV and/or music producer and/or promoter, and the previously mentioned unnamed Swedish businessman – and who remains so in all the reports I’ve come across of this event. What’s said to have happened is, the eye never turned up for display at Liverpool’s Alder Hey Children’s Hospital following the closure of the Festival Gardens in 1987, but no one seemed to notice. Cochrane is quoted as saying, “when we were asked if we wanted to lend it to the hospital, I was touring in the Soviet Union and my associate was busy doing his own thing. We arranged for it to be transferred and just assumed it got there. We were both very busy, it wasn’t something we thought much about. I met up with him again in 2005 and said we should do something with the eye. When the hospital said it had never got there, it was a bit nervy…” Nervy – and, perhaps, odd if not unusual. Apparently, a Polish-man by the name of Wladek Reszcynski – and better known as ‘Butch’ – had taken the mosaic from the derelict site of the Festival Gardens which he’d been asked to clear. Thinking the mural to have been abandoned, he stored it in a field he owned and in 2002, he exhibited it at Liverpool’s Albert Dock in the ‘Beatles City’ museum. A legal dispute as to its ownership is said to have taken place between the Pole and Cochrane and his unnamed Swedish associate, who both claimed Wladek had stolen it from them, although the police declined to pursue this as they deemed it to be a civil not criminal matter. In July of 2011, the two parties settled in court for a fee of £27,000 and the returning of the mosaic to its original owners.
If you’re a regular and interested follower of matters pertaining to the world of The Beatles, and especially of the esoteric/occult variety, you’ll perhaps regard the nature of the unusual, odd and mysterious events described above as nothing but what you’d come to expect from this band and its history. It just goes with the territory.

It’s said that Lennon also designed a mosaic for George Harrison and his swimming pool, an enlarged reproduction of one of John’s crazy, satirical yet quite often twisted cartoons from his 1964 poetry-book ‘In His Own Write’ (but I don’t know which one). For whatever reason, a ‘psychedelic’ or ‘Third Eye’ was the other choice. Whether it was influenced by the counter-cultural winds that were blowing, or from times earlier back in the Beatles’ years (or a bit of both), I don’t know. Mystery pervades this image. Perhaps Lennon was inspired to draw the ‘Eye of Knowledge’ by George who, according to widespread, conventional wisdom, was, after all, the guy during that point in time who was most heavily into esoteric philosophies and teachings that lean towards this symbology. On the other hand, who knows? Maybe John designed the eye for purely aesthetic reasons? Maybe ‘the esoteric’ doesn’t come into it? In whatever case, I think it deserves its slot in ‘The Occult Beatles.’

Any one with any additional information that might shed some light on this image and its origins, please do feel free to share. It’d be most appreciated.





The “whoremonger.”


Adnan Khashoggi, a notoriously shady Saudi businessman who was labelled ’the richest man in the world’ and who, back in the 2000s, was implicated in some highly salacious UK tabloid Press allegations along with the-then wife of a former Beatle, died a couple of weeks ago whilst being treated for Parkinson’s disease. He was in his early eighties, according to reports.

Adnan Khashoggi

If you have a keen interest in anything Beatles-related I’ll hazard a guess you know who the aforementioned ex-wife is, and you’ll also perhaps be aware of the allegations that were made. However, if you’re still in the dark at this point, the woman I’m referring to is Heather Mills, former spouse of Sir Paul McCartney. He married her in 2002, just four years after his first wife Linda succumbed to cancer. In 2006, they separated, and an acrimonious divorce soon followed, during which time, the now-defunct UK weekend tabloid the ‘News of the World’ published allegations that the onetime-Beatle’s estranged other-half, before he’d met her, used to be a high-class call-girl in the pay of Khashoggi.

“We have a naughty background,” Denise Hewitt, an alleged former escort-girl and friend of Heather’s is quoted as saying in 2008 about their days together during the 1980s/‘90s. According to the 2007 book, ‘The Unsinkable Heather Mills: The Unauthorized Biography of the Great Pretender’ by Neil Simpson, the two women met when they were both young models, a pair of working-class girls trading on their looks to escape poverty although, it’s said, Mills struggled to get hired for shoots, a lot of which was seemingly centred on swimsuit and lingerie assignments. Together, it’s claimed, they both moved on from “modelling to something with a harder edge” tempted, it’s said, by stories told by escort-girl pals of “wads of cash… private jets and villas and yachts.”

Paul and Heather on their wedding day

Hewitt is reported to have expressed no regrets for her former life as a high-class escort. “I don’t look on it as sleazy,” she’s quoted as saying. “I mean, working-class women wouldn’t get £10,000 a night. We used to get a lot of jewellery as gifts – rings, watches, Bulgari bracelets, cars. The world was our oyster. We enjoyed it.”

The intention of this article isn’t to shower moral condemnation upon prostitution. And neither is it to provide a blow-by-blow report on the spicy ‘tit’-bits of the allegations directed towards Mills. No, none of that is of any relevance here.

What does interest me though is the fact that Khashoggi was an arms-dealer and, apparently, an opulently wealthy one who spent his reported billions on sumptuous, glamorous parties attended – it’s said – by stars of music and movies. He was also embroiled in the Iran-Contra scandal of the 1980s. So, once again, we find the worlds of the military-industrial complex and popular-culture co-existing.

Khashoggi with Paris Hilton

But the issue here isn’t to do with his reportedly close proximity to the icons of screen and sound (as fascinating as it is), but his alleged customer-client relationship with Mills who, it’s claimed, attended (as far as I’ve been led to understand) at least one of Khashoggi’s lavish soirees as his paid guest. In other words, or, to be precise, the words of a man by the name of Abdul Khoury, who’s said to have worked as Adnan’s private-secretary between the 1970s and 2000s, “one of my duties was to look after Mr. Khashoggi’s guests, which would include looking after vice-girls who were invited to see him. One was Heather Mills.” In fact, it’s reported that, in a 2001 media-interview the-then Lady McCartney (as she was officially known) admitted to attending the party which was held at a residence Khashoggi owned in Marbella, Spain, but denied having sex with him – paid or otherwise. According to this particular version of events, she was invited to the get-together after flying in from the UK for a modelling assignment. She had no idea many of the other girls who’d been jetted in as guests were high-class hookers. “I have met Adnan Khashoggi… but I haven’t had sex with him. I have never sold sex and I am not an escort-girl,” she’s quoted as saying of that episode. Khashoggi, when reportedly asked in a 2006 TV-interview whether any money had been exchanged between himself and Mills for sexual activities at his Spanish property, replied, “who cares?” He couldn’t be pressed to give a ’yes’ or ’no’ answer, or so I‘m led to understand, you see, I’ve never watched it myself because no footage of it seems to be available any more, so I have to rely on second-hand accounts from MSM-media sources. Any way, according to Khoury’s claims in the News of the World‘s self-proclaimed ‘expose‘ of 2006, the initial Marbella meeting between the notorious arms-dealer and the future wife of an ex-Beatle was the first of a few. She was alleged to have met him for paid sex on four other occasions during the early 1990s in top-star London hotel-rooms. I’m not aware of any claims to suggest the pair met beyond this although the allegations attributed in the UK tabloid to the individual we’re led to believe is Khashoggi’s ex-private-secretary have, in one shape or form, been echoed by others, including Denise Hewitt. Unfortunately, much of what she’s reported to have said and that’s of relevance to this website, was broadcast in a 2008 TV documentary that, to my knowledge, hasn’t been screened since, and although I did watch it on its original airing back then, my memory of it is hazy. I’ve failed to find it online to refresh myself with it so, as a result, I’ll have to rely on what various news-media sources quoted from it either before or after its transmission. According to the ‘MailOnline’ for example, the aforementioned television-programme, which was titled ‘Heather Mills: What Really Happened,’ quoted Hewitt as saying Khashoggi was “classed as” Heather’s ‘sugar daddy,’ as was “one of the royal princes of Saudi.” She’s also reported as saying, “we went into high-class prostitution behind closed doors and nobody knew about it.” Maybe nobody (or almost nobody) knew what Khashoggi, a life-long friend of the Saudi royal family, was up to then, but there’ve been glimpses since if we’re to believe what’s been printed and published in the mainstream media. In its obituary to the recently-departed arms-dealer, the UK tabloid ‘The Sun’ (a Rupert Murdoch-owned relative of the News of the World) states that many of the lucrative contracts Adnan won and that led to his vast financial wealth, “were won by impressing clients with… the services of high-class prostitutes.” So, sex sold weapons. (That wouldn‘t surprise me).

In a clandestine world such as that, what else could the amorous charms of an attractive high-class hooker win from her satisfied conquest? What about information? Information of value (or career-crushing consequence) not only to dealers of arms for example, but their high-flying friends and associates in the military, government and intel-services?

Most intriguingly for me, Hewitt has reportedly claimed in the aforementioned documentary that Mills has the power to enchant men to her will. She’s reported to have said, “Heather knows how to play people, she’s very clever… They just fall madly in love with her and… she manipulates people and they’re besotted.” She’s also quoted as saying Heather “was a honey trap for men.”

What exactly is a ‘honey trap’? Well, according to one dictionary definition I’ve read, it’s “a stratagem in which an attractive person entices another person into revealing information…”

Khashoggi headlineKhashoggi, in some shape or form, was a player within the military-industrial complex and at least one or two US Government administrations, we’re told. His role, for example, in the Iran-Contra affair had him embroiled in an international scandal back in the 1980s and that then-American President Ronald Reagan was eventually forced to publicly accept responsibility for. It involved the covert selling of military hardware to Iran, which was under a US arms embargo, and then using those proceeds to secretly fund the White House-backed Contra rebels in Nicaragua who were fighting the Left-wing government there. Khashoggi has been described as the ‘middle-man’ in these arms dealings. A couple of decades or so earlier, a young Adnan is said to have had a hand in paving the way for Richard Nixon’s 1968 US Presidential-election win. In his early 2010’s book ‘Prophets of War,’ author and think-tank head-honcho William D. Hartung states that, during Tricky Dicky’s “political exile” following his 1960 electoral defeat to JFK, “Khashoggi cultivated connections with key American officials” including “Richard Nixon… by wining and dining him in Paris and smoothing the way for him to be received in style in major Arab capitals. Khashoggi’s ’generosity’ paid off when Nixon was elected President in 1968. Although it was never made clear what the American President did for his Saudi friend, the two men had several private meetings during the Nixon presidency, suggesting a level of access and influence that could only help Khashoggi rack-up new clients, whether or not Nixon lifted a finger on his behalf. Khashoggi was suspected of funnelling millions of dollars to Nixon’s 1972 re-election campaign.” Jonathan Aitken, former British Tory cabinet MP and author of the book ‘Nixon: A Life’ (and who we’re going to get a little more detail on later), claims the former President once said to him that Khashoggi “was a highly intelligent and serious man who gave me many original insights into Mid-East politics.” Adnan, it’s said, was also of value to the Pentagon. William D. Hartung, in his book, reports that, in a 1974 speech, “the assistant-director of the Pentagon’s international sales office… noted the benefits of using agents like Khashoggi to buy influence, ranging from ‘normal friendships… to the payments of substantial sums of money to individuals in high government positions.’” Look into Adnan’s life and you’ll find his name linked in some form to the CIA as well. For example, in his book ‘The American Deep State: Big Money, Big Oil, and the Struggle for US Democracy,’ Canadian-born former diplomat and academic, Peter Dale Scott states that the arms-dealer’s PR guy in Washington used to be Edward K. Moss, a “man with CIA connections.”

It’s here we see a connection being laid out by Scott involving the alleged machinations of Ross the so-called CIA asset alongside big business and the role of call-girls.

He goes on:

Back in November 1962, the CIA, as part of its planning to get rid of (Fidel) Castro, decided to use Moss for the Political Action Group of the CIA’s covert Action (CA) staff. This was more than a year after the FBI had advised the CIA that Moss’s mistress Julia Cellini and her brother Dino Cellini were alleged to have long been associated with the narcotics and white slavery rackets in Cuba.

This FBI report suggests an important shared interest between Moss and Khashoggi: sexual corruption

Khashoggi himself was said to have used sex to win over US executives. The bill for the madam who supplied girls en masse to his yacht in the Mediterranean ran to hundreds of thousands of dollars. Khashoggi made a practise of supplying those he wished to influence with dollars as well as sex.

This is a world where, in the words of Scott, “sexual corruption” can not only win big business contracts but, potentially, power and political influence either by subtly wrestling valuable top secrets from the lips of the call-girl’s victim, or instead by blackmailing the target into submission with the aid of, let’s say, incriminating photographs of them in, as it were, action.

This is a world ripe for the ‘honey trap.’  3373285600000578-3554500-image-a-45_1461358136776

In the late 1980s, Khashoggi’s name was linked to the UK’s so-called ‘House of Commons Sex Scandal,’ a scandal that called in to question the security of the country (similar in some respects to the Profumo affair a quarter of a century earlier). At the centre of this was Indian-born former beauty-queen Pamella Bordes (real name, Pamela Chaudry Singh) who claims she was Adnan’s call-girl whilst she was working as a researcher for a Tory MP within the Houses of Parliament. An extensive article in the British tabloid the ‘Daily Mail’ in 1989, and published with her co-operation, quotes her as saying she “was used as sexual bait” by the arms-dealer. The newspaper claimed at the time it had compiled a dossier revealing “Khashoggi’s widespread use of bribery and sexual favours in return for business deals involving arms, technology and property.” It included “the names of prominent businessmen in Britain, France and the United States and those of senior French politicians and Arab leaders and government officials.” The tabloid stated that Khashoggi was involved with an “organisation” that Bordes worked for and she “was flown around the world to give sexual favours at his behest to a number of important business and political clients.”

Pamella Bordes

Pamella’s double-life as a House of Commons researcher and call-girl “gave her an added cachet for her clients… At least three Asians with whom she had sexual relations wanted to be assured that she worked in the Commons and she showed them documents to prove it. The arrangements with her clients were made by ‘agents’ who specialised in arranging ‘sex for business liaisons.’” Bordes told the Daily Mail, “Khashoggi has all these deals going and he needs a lot of girls for sexual bribes. I was just part of an enormous group.” The question of UK security was brought to the fore when it was revealed that Pamella had also been involved with Ahmed Gaddaf Al-Dam, a cousin and reputed close aide of then-Libyan leader Colonel Muammar Gadaffi. He was also, according to one Press report from 1989, “a top-ranking arms buyer in the Libyan security service.” The ‘Daily Express’ newspaper claimed Bordes was “said to have made a number of visits by private-jet to the Libyan capital Tripoli. Reports of Pamella’s trips to see him in Paris were given to a senior official at the Foreign Office in early January (1989). By then she was working as a research-assistant for Tory MP David Shaw.” She was also at this time, as noted before, on the Khashoggi payroll, working for – in the Daily Mail’s words – his “network, operated by his sub-contracted ‘madames’…” It’s around this period or thereabouts that Heather Mills will have met Khashoggi at his party at his Marbella home where, Bordes claims, she herself stayed for a time and where, she’s reported as saying, male guests of one of his infamous soirees “evaluated” her in order to see if she “passed their tests.”

The McCartneys with President Putin at the Kremlin, 2003

In 2007, and as you’ll no doubt know, Mills claimed during a live interview on UK breakfast TV that she had “a box of evidence” incriminating McCartney her then soon-to-be ex-husband. From what she said on that programme, it’s pretty clear the aforementioned ‘box’ was (is?) her insurance-policy against alleged threats on her life, threats that the former Beatle, she claimed, didn’t respond to protect her from. She declared that should she be ‘topped off,’ the damning ‘evidence’ would be unleashed to the public by “a certain person” that she was planning on giving it to for safe-keeping.

How she attained this box of yet-to-be disclosed content isn’t publicly known for sure (as far as I‘m aware). Whether it was acquired through accident or, indeed, deception of some form and, with or without the help of old friends and associates with a knowledge of covert tactics perhaps, is a matter of pure conjecture I’d suggest.

Incidentally, and as a side-note, it’s ironic (perhaps) that, in 2002, it was reported that Khashoggi was said to have been at the receiving end of a £30,000 blackmail attempt after a set of photos of him somehow went mysteriously missing. This was, apparently,  according to Soraya Khashoggi his ex-wife and also mother of a daughter whose father is none other than the previously-mentioned Jonathan Aitken. Oooh! It’s a small world isn’t it?

A couple of little Beatles-related links here with regards to Aitken a former Tory cabinet-member in British PM John Major’s government of the early ‘90s and who was later jailed after admitting perjury and perverting the course of justice in a libel-hearing he launched against a national newspaper that revealed he’d allowed the Saudi royal family to pay his hotel bill at the Paris Ritz in 1993 when he was minister in charge of Defence Procurement and, as a result, barred from taking such hospitality. In 1967, during his days as a young journalist, he signed his name to the famous full-page advertisement in the UK’s ‘Times’ broadsheet that called for a relaxing on the laws on cannabis. Titled, ‘the law against marijuana is immoral in principle and unworkable in practise,’ it was paid for by John, Paul, George and Ringo and included their signatures alongside those of their manager Brian Epstein as well as R.D. Laing, George Melly, Graham Greene, Tom Driberg MP, Francis Huxley, established British TV veteran of politics David Dimbleby and many more.

Jonathan Aitken

Aitken claims he met McCartney on a couple of occasions during the 1960s and had been in close, regular contact with The Beatles’ faithful PR-man Derek Taylor when they were both immersed in the counter-cultural scene of Haight-Ashbury in 1967. The future Conservative politician was working as an overseas reporter there, writing articles for London’s ‘Evening Standard’ newspaper on the burgeoning ‘Summer of Love.’ By 1972, when he claims to have first met Khashoggi, he was an investment-banker working for a man by the name of Jim Slater whose partner was a member of the notorious and so-called ‘elite’ Goldsmith dynasty (A.K.A. Goldschmidt/Rothschild). Quite a career-jump there! Basically, he’d gone from, in his own words, “sharing a joint with Jim Morrison of The Doors, the Beat poet Allen Ginsberg and Ron ‘Pigpen’ McKernan of The Grateful Dead” in San Francisco in 1967 to rubbing shoulders with arms-dealers just five years later. Once again I see here the worlds of the military-industrial complex and the 1960s music-scene blurring into each other, and in a quite bizarre fashion if you ask me. Maybe it’s what they call a ‘coincidence,’ a happening of chance, right? Any way, I’m not aware if Aitken ever met Heather Mills in all the years he’d known Adnan, but he was, he claims, at the former arms-dealer’s  hospital bedside before he died.

What top secrets of devastation Khashoggi has taken with him with his passing and that he and only he alone knew about is any ones’ guess.



New York Times: Adnan Khashoggi, High-Living Saudi Arms Trader, Dies at 81…-a062486220

YouTube: Heather Mills GMTV Rant (Part 3 of 3)





The ‘Sgt. Pepper’ album-cover fifty years on and a question about Crowley…

June 2017 of course marks the 50th anniversary of the release of The Beatles’ oft-hailed ‘masterpiece,’ ‘groundbreaking’ album, ‘Sergeant Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band.’ As such, I think I’ve been given a timely-enough excuse here to dedicate a little blog-post space to some of the details behind the creation of its controversial front-cover sleeve, a sleeve which, of course, over the years, has given birth to any number of theories of a conspiratorial and esoteric nature from those who believe it to feature clues pertaining to the ‘death’ of Paul McCartney in 1966, and those who accuse The Beatles of ‘Satanism’ due to the inclusion of ‘the Great Beast’ Aleister Crowley in the cardboard cut-out crowd of illustrious and famous people staring at us from behind the band.


We’ve been told by those closely and intimately involved in the album-cover’s concept and design that all if not some of the renowned and/or notorious figures included on the sleeve were chosen either by John, Paul and George (although – reportedly – not Ringo). Recalling the making of the album-cover in the 1997 book ‘Paul McCartney. Many Years from Now,’ the former-Beatle tells author and long-time friend Barry Miles that he “asked everyone in the group to write down whoever their idols were… folk-heroes like Albert Einstein and Aldous Huxley… William Burroughs, and of course John, the rebel, put in Hitler and Jesus, which EMI (Records) wouldn’t allow, but that was John. We were starting to amass a list of who everybody’s favourites were…” It’s, I think, fair to assume that the ‘Beatles Satanist’ tag that’s been levelled against the band with regards to this album is perhaps largely due to the fact that, as McCartney states, the group-members themselves are said to have chosen who would appear in the cardboard cut-out collage.

Now, the question I have found myself asking here on the eve of the 50th anniversary of the album’s release is, which member of the band specifically asked for the inclusion of Crowley in the mix? Of course, I’m open to the possibly that it might have been a joint decision to add him in but, for some reason, that scenario doesn’t quite satisfy my curiosity. Sure, in the scheme of things, I suppose it might matter little as to who in the group in particular plumped for Aleister. However, I am intrigued to know, especially as very few if any sources on the internet appear to have looked into this, instead often choosing to conclude that it was a collective choice. Personally, I’ve seen no proof or reasonable enough evidence to corroborate this conclusion, but I have read noteworthy accounts that others close to the Beatles’ camp at that time – in other words, non band-members – might have had a hand in the collage’s selection process too. For example, George Harrison – decades after the album’s release and during the making of the band‘s official 1990s documentary/biography ’The Beatles Anthology’ – recalled that although he himself chose a number of people for inclusion on the cover, he also “had no idea who chose some of” the others adding that it was the sleeve’s co-designer, the 1960s Pop-artist, Peter Blake who was largely responsible for putting “a lot more of the confusing people on there.” We’re not told who the “confusing people” in the collage are, but it wouldn’t be too much to assume, would it, that Crowley might be one of them? After all, his presence on the sleeve has resulted in a never-ending stream of head-scratching debate, theorising and investigation on countless websites, blogs and in printed literature too.

In the book ‘The Beatles: Off the Record,’ by Keith Badman, Blake is quoted as saying that he did indeed “also make a list” of names for the collage during the development stages, although he doesn’t reveal who his choices were. Is it likely that he was the one who opted for Crowley? Well… not according to Jann Haworth it seems. She’s Peter’s ex-wife and she was co-designer of the Sgt. Pepper cover. Apparently, she’s stated also that it was indeed a Beatle who chose Aleister. Unfortunately, at this moment in time, I can’t confirm this conclusively due to the fact that the interview in which she makes these claims is only available on the news-website ‘,’ and it requires you to pay a fee of at least ten dollars to read it! I’ve been unable to locate an exact copy of this info from any other web-source, including ‘WayBackMachine‘…. A most un-agreeable predicament… and made all the more frustrating because Haworth, in the article from 2007, also reveals which Beatle chose Crowley for Pepper… or at least that’s what I’ve been led to understand after having perused the ’LashTAL’ internet-forum belonging to the ‘Aleister Crowley Society.’ It’s there I found the web-link to the article in the first place – and also – thankfully – where the Society’s moderator, who appears to have read the article in full, informs us which member of the band Haworth is referring to…

Can you guess who it is?



Yup. But of course, there’s evidence out there to show that Lennon isn’t the only Beatle that’s given a passing nod in public to Crowley over the years. As I noted earlier, I suppose it matters not a jot who in the band wanted this notorious occultist on the album-cover, but it is quite satisfying nonetheless to have at least one known former Pepper insider giving us some scrap of info with regards to this question.



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John Lennon and the ‘Truth Movement’ according to researcher Chris Everard. WhatEVER is going on here, then?…

Please pardon me if the following information is already known to you, I wouldn’t want to waste your time reading it, but it really is new to me…

Just a couple of weeks ago whilst I was search-engine surfing in an altogether random and loose nature, I happened to stumble quite accidentally upon a YouTube video dated from 2014 and titled ’John Lennon and the Truth Movement.’ Upon closer inspection I discovered that it was a radio-interview with Chris Everard, the author and documentary-maker who’s known for his reports into UFOs, secret societies, the so-called ‘paranormal,‘ and the alleged dark deeds of the British Royal Family – including the death of Diana, Princess of Wales. Appetite suitably whetted by the prospect of listening to – I presumed – a one hour-plus commentary and analysis of Lennon’s long-documented stand against the malevolent machinations of The Establishment, I pressed ‘play’ and sat back. Unfortunately, twenty five or so minutes into the interview, and with no mention yet of anything in the slightest related to ‘Beatles,’ I realised that it probably wasn’t going to happen. In an increasingly impatient manner I must confess, I skimmed through the remaining forty or so minutes of Everard’s chatter in a bid to locate any reference to the actual title of the video, but still, nothing. Admittedly, it could be that, in my impatience, I missed something along the way, but even if that was the case, it certainly wouldn’t have been lengthy enough to warrant the interview being billed as, ‘John Lennon and the Truth Movement’…

I was promptly inspired to dig a little deeper to discover why Chris Everard was being so closely aligned to John Lennon in that video-title… Surely it wasn’t just a random happening?

Well… apparently not. Everard, according to his official website, is planning to make a film titled ’John Lennon & the Truth Movement’ – with our help that is. Yes, chuck in a donation from between $5 to a whopping $5,000 and you can assist in turning this project into a reality. Your financial contribution “will be spent on principle photography, post-production, editing and distributing this film.” CE

A trailer for the proposed documentary has been available on YouTube, via Everard’s ‘EnigmaTV’ banner, since 2014 and features a clip, first seen in 1988’s motion-picture retrospective ’Imagine: John Lennon,’ in which the outspoken Rock-star reads a letter sent to him from an individual who claims to have, through the use of a ouija board, been warned by the spirit of dead Beatles manager Brian Epstein that an attempt will be made to assassinate the singer. “But that is just the start of this chilling and unusual feature-length documentary,” claims the website ’’…

“The film shows, and proves through testimonies, that the occult forces were at work in the DAKOTA apartment building – and that the lives of Yoko Ono and John Lennon have been heavily influenced by ancient Ley Lines, hauntings and spirit activity which was deliberately ‘designed-into’ the building. The British director, CHRIS EVERARD has made a large number of feature length documentaries investigating the Paranormal…

JOHN LENNON & THE TRUTH MOVEMENT is more than just a film about how the most famous man of the 20th century was assassinated- it’s about J. EDGAR HOOVER, the FBI spying on John Lennon, and how his death was pre-planned as part of the COINTELPRO espionage & assassination program.

JOHN LENNON invested his own money in a global campaign for ‘PEACE’. He kicked off a global PEACE MOVEMENT which has grown and morphed into today’s TRUTH MOVEMENT. Many people have ‘Awoken’ to the fact that many members of Congress, members of the Senate and Houses of Parliament own SHARES in companies which manufacture Weapons of Mass Destruction. The reason that the world is often thrown into WAR is because every time war is declared, or a drone bombing mission is announced, the value of these shares increase. JOHN LENNON inspired today’s Truth Movement with a campaign for Peace.

John Lennon was assassinated after being the target of a spying campaign. Because the killer admitted his crime and was apprehended at the scene, no official investigation took place… Until now. This film thoroughly investigates the SATANIC RITUAL and PARANORMAL elements surrounding John Lennon’s life – and his death…

This film presents new evidence and examines the motives of senior White House, FBI & CIA officials who admit in FOIA documents that they wanted JOHN LENNON shunted out of the USA, and some of these people wished he was DEAD. Help us to finance this awesome movie about his life, expose who really assisted the killer, and give us a donation towards the production and marketing so that the message of JOHN LENNON lives on and we expose the WAR MACHINE and the glove-puppet politicians who perpetuate this terrible situation just so they can earn illicit riches.”

Read in full here:

Below, the aforementioned trailer for the proposed film:


All the above information has, I would assume from my own brief investigations, been in circulation since at least 2014 / 2013 and is, it would appear, all there is. No subsequent updates have been added it seems. As a result, I’m intrigued to know how far – if at all – Everard has come in the making of this film in the last four years or so. I did attempt to contact him via his website and his FaceBook page so that I could ask him directly but no means of communication are available on either.

My guess is as good as most people’s, but the fact that Everard’s website is asking for donations towards the making of the film suggests that, as projects go, it’s still on the table but, unless any one reading this knows any better, we can only wonder when – or if – this documentary will ever see the light of day.

The tale of the young aristocrat who ‘turned on’ a Beatle…

If you’re familiar with the work of the author and researcher, David McGowan you’ll almost certainly be aware of his theory that America’s counter-culture of the 1960s was actually a creation of the so-called ‘Powers That Be’ and not born in San Francisco as is widely peddled by the mainstream but, instead, Laurel Canyon, the LA neighbourhood which was not only home to a covert military installation but also a significant majority of the music-stars who became voices of that scene, and who themselves were almost all linked intimately in one way or another either to the US intelligence-services, armed-forces,  upper echelons of Government, politics and banking as well as some of the country’s wealthiest, most powerful families.

If such a plot did indeed exist and did take place then I’m of the view that it probably happened in Britain too. I mean, over in London at the very same time, there were folk immersing themselves in and influencing the UK’s equivalent of the counter-culture who, also, were connected in one way or another to notoriously malevolent organisations such as the Tavistock Institute or Cambridge University and the LSE (‘London School of Economics‘), and/or had links to the British military and defence industry, banking, top-tier government and old moneyed families, such as the Guinness brewing dynasty whose heir in the 1960s was Irish-born Tara Browne, a regular fixture on the London scene and a friend of The Beatles. He’s the guy who gave McCartney his first Acid Trip. “Tara was taking Acid on blotting-paper in the toilet. He invited me to have some,” Paul has claimed, adding that, “I’d not wanted to do it, I’d held off like a lot of people were trying to, but there was massive peer pressure. And that night I thought, ‘well, this is as good a time as any,’ so I said, ‘go on then, fine.’” That was in 1966. Months later, in June 1967, just days after the release of ‘Sgt. Pepper,’ and at the height of the Acid-drenched ‘Summer of Love,’ the musician was extolling the virtues of the drug to the mainstream mass-media and, as a result, to millions of his fans and admirers. “After I took it, it opened my eyes,” he said at the time. “We only use one-tenth of our brain. Just think what we could accomplish if we could only tap that hidden part! It would mean a whole new world. If the politicians would take LSD, there wouldn’t be any more war, or poverty, or famine.” Tara, by then, was dead. He’d been killed, aged just 21, in a car-crash in December ‘66, a tragedy that was immortalised in the line, “he blew his mind out in a car, he didn’t notice that the lights had changed” on ‘A Day in the Life,’ the closing track on the Sgt. Pepper album. A new book charting his colourful yet short life has just been released. Titled, ’I Read the News Today, Oh Boy,’ it’s written by award-winning journalist, author and comedy-writer, Paul Howard. He’s also composed a short article for the newspaper/wesbite, ‘MailOnline’ in conjunction with the publishing of the biography. Here’s some excerpts…

Just after midnight on December 18th 1966, in a London festooned with Christmas lights, 21-year-old Tara Browne, a Dublin-born brewery heir, music lover, style icon, racing car driver and sometime ‘Vogue’ model, lost control of his light-blue Lotus Elan in South Kensington, London and collided with a black van. His passenger girlfriend, Suki Potier, later claimed that Browne wasn’t going particularly fast – although that would have been wildly out of character for the speed-obsessed young aristocrat. In her version of events, a white car – either a Volvo or an E-Type Jaguar, never traced – emerged unexpectedly from a side street and forced Tara to swerve.  


A month after that fatal crash – and the day after Browne’s mother, Oonagh, won custody of her late son’s two small children in the High Court – John Lennon, suffering from writer’s block during the making of The Beatles’ ‘Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band’ album, propped a copy of the ‘Daily Mail’ (newspaper) on his piano music-stand and turned over the front page. There, in the middle of page three, was an article headlined: ‘Guinness Heir Babies Stay with Grandmother.’ 

John had heard about Tara’s death, though unlike McCartney, he hadn’t known him well. The two Beatles had just been discussing whether or not Browne, son of Lord Oranmore and Browne, would have inherited his father’s seat in the House of Lords had he lived.


Lennon touched the piano-keys and out came the opening line of the song:

‘I read the news today, oh boy                     

About a lucky man who made the grade…’

Fifty years on, Tara Browne is familiar to many as the man in the first verse of The Beatles’ ‘A Day in the Life,’ who ‘blew his mind out in a car’ and then drew a curious crowd of onlookers who wondered whether he was ‘from the House of Lords.’


Rich, handsome and effortlessly cool, Tara was the living, breathing quintessence of Swinging London – a dandy with the air of a young prince, always right on the heartbeat of the moment in everything he did, whether introducing Paul McCartney to the mind-expanding possibilities of LSD in his Belgravia mews, turning heads in his psychedelic AC Cobra or gadding about London’s West End with Peter Sellers or Roman Polanski.

Browne thrilled to danger of any kind – experimenting with the newest drugs, shooting the breeze with the East End villains who popped into his motor repair shop in Chelsea, and tearing up the King’s Road in a low-slung sports-car, a record-player built into its dash, the needle skipping across the vinyl as he weaved through the traffic.

Born in 1945, Tara was the younger son of Dominick Browne, the fourth Lord Oranmore and Browne, and Oonagh Guinness, a glamorous society beauty and member of the sixth generation of the brewing dynasty, whose surname was as famous as Ireland itself. His parents divorced when he was young, and Tara rarely saw the inside of a classroom, forming his personality at the feet of his mother’s coterie of writers, intellectuals and aristocratic black sheep, including the painter Lucian Freud, film director John Huston and writer Brendan Behan.

By the time he was 18, having already travelled the world with his vivacious mother, Browne was married with a child, but that didn’t stop the charming, well-connected young man finding his true purpose at the centre of a suddenly swing London.

He became a central character at a club near Leicester Square called the ‘Ad Lib,’ the hippest of London hotspots, where Britain’s once-sacred class structure was being shaken like a snow-globe, as Pop-stars and criminals mingled with debutantes, aristocrats and – it was rumoured – royalty, in the form of Princess Margaret.

“Tara was absolutely central to it,” remembered Sixties socialite Jane Ormsby-Gore. “We were meeting people from different walks of life, but we needed somebody in the middle saying, ‘oh, so-and-so, have you met such-and-such?’ and that was what Tara did.”

In the great social switchyard of the Ad Lib, it was inevitable that Tara and McCartney would meet. One had a ravenous curiosity about the world; the other, the assured air of a privileged young man who had seen and done it all. Introduced by McCartney’s brother Mike, they bonded over clothes, cars, music and drugs. From that moment on, Tara took Paul into his circle of high-born friends.

Tara and his wife Nicki’s mews house in Eaton Row, Belgravia, became the centre of an after-hours scene. Every Friday morning, Nicki bought five-dozen eggs to make breakfast for whichever guests had improvised beds for themselves on the living-room floor.

“The house was always strewn with bodies,” she remembered. “You never knew who was a Beatle, who was an Animal, who was a Trogg and who was a Pretty Thing.”  

Tara didn’t impress both of the chief Beatles. Nicki remembered John Lennon being at Eaton Row, drunk, with (Peter) Sellers. Tara gave John a copy of ‘Pygmalion,’ George Bernard Shaw’s 1913 play lampooning, of all things, Britain’s rigid class-system.

But John was still too class-conscious to ever warm to Tara, according to Nicki, “I think he really sneered at people from Tara’s background,” she said.

With Paul, it was a different matter, and the pair would share dangerous adventures that would alter the course of the band.

Tara quickly picked up on the arrival in London of psychedelic drugs. LSD changed the landscape of Swinging London utterly, and it was Browne who introduced McCartney to the drug.

Tara himself soon came to wider attention. In 1965, he appeared in the fashion-magazine ‘Gentleman’s Quarterly,’ and the following year posed with Brian Jones for a ‘Vogue’ spread on how men’s clothes had become informed by women’s fashion.

By the end of the year, however, Tara’s life was in chaos. His marriage was unspooling. And his two tiny children were in Ireland, where his mother had taken them, dismayed by how her son and daughter-in-law were behaving as parents.

“I said to him, ‘Tara, we need to go and get the children back right now. They’re our children – not hers,’ remembered Nicki, who died in 2012. “And that’s when he said the strangest thing to me. He said, ‘what’s the point? I’m not going to live very long anyway.’”

The night he died, he had a date with new girlfriend Suki, and they left a restaurant on Abingdon Road in South Kensington just before midnight, driving west just for the hell of it, with no particular place to go. Neither alcohol nor drugs were a factor – Tara had consumed less than one pint of beer – though speed may well have been a cause.

Several witnesses claimed he flew past them, accelerating and braking fast, while the car made a loud noise. Seconds later, there was a bang and the sound of the engine stopped.

Sixties London wasn’t one single scene – it was a collection of different ones. Yet, somehow, Tara Browne had seemed to be at the centre of most of them, a first-hand witness to the events and trends that shaped and coloured the decade.

You can read the article in full here (which also – incidentally – makes references to P.i.D.):


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Beatle Paeple.

For quite a time now, I’ve been rather fascinated by what I consider to be an intriguingly-high number of show-business paedophiles, alleged or otherwise, who’ve been connected personally and/or professionally to The Beatles. I’m sure I’m not the only one who thinks this, hence one of the reasons why I’ve never raised this issue in public before either on my website/blog, ‘Conspiro Media’ or its accompanying ‘YouTube’ page, ‘ConspiroTV.’ Sure, if I’d had something of a revelatory or unique nature to bring to the subject, I would‘ve wasted little time in sharing it online. But, unfortunately, I haven’t had such a rush of inspiration. So far, my interest in this is merely based on little else but ‘a feeling.’ As a result, I‘ve kept my thoughts to myself. Be that as it may though, the number of show-biz/entertainment folk with child-abuse connections and also relations to one or more members of The Beatles has continued to grow in the meantime. Just a couple of weeks ago there were reports of a woman informing jurors in a trial in Britain that a prominent London-born music-promoter by the name of Mervyn Conn had “bragged” about knowing the band before raping her at a festival in the UK back in the 1970s when she was fifteen.

According to the UK newspaper/website ‘The Sun’ (September 29th 2016)….

The “arrogant” impresario had hired the teenager to dress as a cowgirl at a Country & Western music-festival he promoted at Wembley Arena in the 1970s, a jury heard.

Conn, now 81, name-dropped the Fab Four and US singer Crystal Gayle to the schoolgirl before forcing himself on her…

He sexually assaulted her while she wore the cowgirl outfit and her school uniform and then raped her in his marital bed with a picture of him and his wife on the bedside, it is alleged. 


Conn is accused of flaunting his Rolls Royce and expensive home to show how he “could control, manipulate and do anything he wanted.”

 The woman, now 56, broke down in tears and became extremely distressed as she recalled the alleged abuse in a video recorded police interview played to jurors. She said she was employed by Conn as a hostess in 1976, and was made to hand out brochures to festival-goers while dressed in a cowgirl uniform.

She said: “I went to an interview at his head office and was short-listed. He asked if my parents knew. I gave him my date of birth definitely.” The teen was then called back to his office for a uniform fitting, where Conn asked her to “give him a twirl.”

The woman went on: “I was working at this festival for a long weekend at Easter that year. I was standing near the entrance handing out brochures and he just appeared out of nowhere with a cloth bag and said ‘I need you to look after this for me and bring it back to my dressing room’, and gave me a time. I was by far the youngest member of staff.

When the time came I took the money and found the dressing-room. He was doing a Press-conference so I sat down and quietly waited.”

After the photographers left, Conn is said to sexually assaulted the youngster in his dressing room for two or three minutes.

She said: “It felt like an eternity. He just sort of dismissed me and said he will contact me again about the job. I stumbled out and felt in a daze and in turmoil. I remember seeing the stage, it was brightly lit. I just remember being in a complete daze. Then I saw him standing in the VIP box with his wife in black tie.”

The alleged victim said she was telegrammed and asked to go to Conn’s head office in Charing Cross, central London, on multiple occasions.

On the second visit to his office, the teen had taken a train to London after school, still dressed in her school uniform.

She said: “There was a wad of money, he took some from that and the rest he put in a wall safe like he was showing it off. And he was talking about all these people he’s promoted like he’s the big ‘I am.’”

She said Conn made her wait in his office as the rest of the staff left the building. She added: “He poured himself a big drink and talked about many people like Crystal Gayle.”

Conn then ushered the girl to “see what his desk chair felt like” and forced himself upon her yet again, the court heard.

She broke down in tears as she recalls him unbuttoning her school blouse and sexually assaulting her. She said: “He put his hands up my skirt. He was forceful and aggressive. I felt slightly bruised and shocked. It seemed to happen quite quickly.”

She said she told him she felt sick, adding: “It would have been really obvious I didn’t want it. I was not responding to anything he was doing. It was obvious I wasn’t reciprocating or enjoying it. I don’t know what I said, I think ‘I don’t like this, please stop.’ I was completely mystified as to why I was called there at all.

On her third visit to his office she said Conn insisted on taking her home so he could show off his Rolls Royce. 


The woman said: “I sat in the back thinking how ostentatious and showy it was. I hated it. It was like he was showing off his castle. I remember thinking it looked expensive but not classy – tacky.”

Instead of driving her home he took her to his gated house in Wimbledon, South West London, where he ordered her to lie in a “star shape” and raped her in his marital bed, it is alleged.

You can read the news-item in full here:

So, what exactly was (is) the impresario’s relationship with the so-called “Fab Four”? Well, according to the item from The Sun, the woman making the allegations against him informed the court that “he told me stuff about people, how he owned the rights to The Beatles songs.” This is, quite frankly, most confusing. To my knowledge, no one by the name of Mervyn Conn has ever owned the rights to The Beatles’ songs. I might be wrong of course, but, I doubt it. That then means that someone hasn’t been entirely truthful here, doesn’t it? Could it be that we’ve been spun one by the writer responsible for the above news-article? I can’t see why, quite personally. So, maybe, back there in ’76, it was the 15-year-old who was lied to before she was allegedly assaulted? Or perhaps she’s the one making it all up? If you do feel tempted to question her integrity, be aware before you do that she’s not the only woman who’s accusing Conn of sexual assault in this court-case. In 1985, nine years on from his reported attacks on her, he’s said to have “raped a 16-year-old girl at his London office.” According to a recent news-item reporting on the trial, “Conn had met her in a grocers… and gave her his number, promising concert tickets if she gave him a call. When she went to collect the ’tickets’ she was raped – but Conn would still visit her and tell her to come to his office. When questioned by police, Conn made no comment about the 16-year-old, but admitted kissing the 15-year-old after she had asked for Johnny Cash tickets.” Meanwhile, “another woman… told police Conn plunged his hands down her top and groped her breasts during a job interview in the 1970s when she was in her early 20s. She told police, ‘he was really the big guy who used to bring all the American Country-music acts over to Wembley.’ Explaining why she didn’t report the incident to the police, she added, ’I think it was because he was powerful.’”

And that’s not all… In 1989, he was sentenced to eight weeks in prison for “groping” his 19-year-old receptionist.




Interestingly, one of the above Press-cuttings states that Conn “was once guest of the US President at the White House.” In fact, he’s said so himself. He’s also claimed to have been a dinner-guest of Margaret Thatcher’s during her time as Prime Minister. He’s reported as saying, “I’m the only man I know who’s dined at the White House, Kremlin and Downing Street. Not bad for a music-promoter from the East End.” And for an alleged paedophile, not entirely surprising either. This reminds me of that no-talent radio disc-jockey, Jimmy Savile who was said to have been a friend and/or confidante, not only of top-level politicians both in the UK and abroad, but British royalty too of course. Same as Conn, he’s connected to The Beatles – as you‘re most likely aware. What you might not know is, the links that tie the band and both these men all together doesn’t stop here in the realms of randomness. Well, that’s the impression I’ve been left with after a bit of trekking on the internet, and it’s as a result of this search that I’ve also discovered what Mervyn’s said association with the group is. It seems he was responsible for helping organise their first series of live Christmas variety stage-shows in London in 1963 when he was working with theatrical-agent, Joe Collins, the father of famous novelist, Jackie and veteran actress, Joan who, you might be interested to learn, is the former wife of Ron Kass, one-time head of John, Paul, George and Ringo’s ‘Apple Records’! Small world, eh?! (Yeahright!). Any way… who was the compere of the December 1964/ January ’65 follow-up dubbed ‘Another Beatles Christmas Show’ but none other than Jimmy Savile. A regular cast-member of the previous year’s bill was Australian-born music-artist, painter, TV-host and fellow paedophile, Rolf Harris – currently serving a five-year nine-month prison sentence for – in the trial judge’s words – “committing 12 offences of indecent assault on 4 victims who were variously aged between 8 and 19…” Further still, another star of the ‘64/’65 line-up was Cilla Black the recently-deceased British television-hostess, Sixties music-performer, Beatles buddy and ex Cavern Club coat-check girl who was also a close friend of the much-maligned singer, Cliff Richard who, in recent years, has been questioned by police over historic child-sex abuse allegations.


All just a coincidence?

Well, here’s the thing; The more I delve into these connections, the more captivated I become, not only by the significantly sizeable number of known and/or alleged sexual predators and paedophiles linked to the band, but these ‘coincidences’ – if that‘s what you want to call them. Me, personally, I‘m not so sure that’s the description I’d go for. Yeah, I know, it’s a given that, back in the 1960s, the breathtakingly famous Beatles would’ve been booked to work alongside Jimmy Savile and Rolf Harris because of the fact that both men were very well-known TV and radio-personalities of the time. There’s nothing unusually suspicious in that, necessarily – although you could argue as to why a pair of sex-predators such as these would have been chosen for elevation to the heights of fame and wealth in the first place. No. The band’s connections to one or two of the UK’s most famous paedophiles and sex-offenders (alleged or not, convicted or not) goes beyond the parameters of the show-biz circle, and so – in my opinion – deserves further inspection.


For the first time, I’m going to think this out loud, as it were, even though, as I noted earlier, I’ve nothing particularly Earth-shattering to disclose to you. All I have is a list of famous figures from the world of entertainment who’ve either been convicted of, or alleged or accused to have been involved in sex offences/paedophilia and who’ve also been friends of and/or worked with The Beatles.

Below, is that list. The first name in it intrigues me the most I think, because it’s the one that deviates entirely from that ‘show-biz circle’ scenario…

* Jimmy Tarbuck

Liverpudlian stand-up comedian and sometime TV-host who first shot to fame in the UK in the early 1960s when, at the age of 23, he became the youngest British comic to land his own television-series. In 2013 he was arrested over allegations of sexual-assault on a young boy dating back to the 1970s, but was released almost a year later without charge.


Tarbuck – who for a time back in the day was, I’m led to understand, dubbed a ‘fifth Beatle’ because of his mop-top haircut, Liverpool accent and trendy attire – had actually attended primary (elementary) school with John Lennon and George Harrison, both of whom were friends. “I always got on well with John,” he once recalled. “I remember him kicking a ball around with him in the playground, shouting and being daft.” After they’d all made it big and moved to London from Liverpool, there’d be parties. “John had a great party-piece,” Tarbuck has revealed. “He’d put Speed in your drink. When I was about 24 I nodded off one night at someone’s house and he stuck some in my drink. I was like a rabbit in the headlights for four days!”


After his arrest in 2013, more allegations of abuse appeared – and then promptly went away from view, or so it seems. On the David Icke web-forum, I came across what’s claimed to be a copy & paste of an article lifted from a now dead internet-link belonging to the The Sun. It reads:

Cops probe Tarbuck ‘sex attack on man No. 2’

New abuse claim

Police are investigating a second sex-assault against Jimmy Tarbuck, The Sun can reveal. 


The alleged victim, a man now aged 32, has told detectives he was abused by the comedian.

He made the new claims after reading of Tarbuck’s arrest in The Sun. 

The alleged incident is said to have happened on a golf-course near his home…

Police said: “We received an allegation…”

Similarly, contributors to the David Icke forum claim that these same allegations were also ’pulled’ from the newspaper/website ‘The Express.’ The accusations live on elsewhere. Take a look at this page from ‘’:

It might interest you to know that in recent years, Tarbuck is said to have been an active supporter of a children’s home, the ‘Refugio Aboim Ascensao.’ It’s based in Portugal – location of the Madeleine McCann incident and Cliff Richard’s overseas residence.

* Freddie Starr

Another famous Liverpudlian comedian hailing from the Beatles’ generation who’s been pulled over by police over sex-abuse allegations. In fact, between November 2012 and February 2014, he was arrested a total of four times. Then, after 18 months on bail, prosecutors announced that there was “insufficient evidence to prosecute Freddie Starr in relation to allegations of sexual offences made by 13 individuals. In relation to one further complainant, we have decided that although there is sufficient evidence for a realistic prospect of conviction, a prosecution would not be in the public interest.” Errrr…. Why wouldn’t it be? 


The aforementioned “complainant” was a woman by the name of Karin Ward. She claims the comedian molested her in Jimmy Savile’s BBC dressing-room in 1974 when she was just 14 years of age. She was there to participate in a television-show the DJ was hosting and that Starr was guesting on – although the comedian initially denied ever having appeared on it when the allegations were put to him in late 2012. However, footage of the programme then surfaced, clearly showing him taking part and standing within close proximity to Ward who was in the audience. His lawyers hit back, stating, “this does not detract away from the fact that Freddie vigorously denies the awful allegation that has been made by Karin Ward.” Indeed, Starr launched a libel and slander case against Ward – which he went on to lose. In dismissing the comic’s claim, the presiding High Court judge reportedly said Karin’s “words were true. She proved that it was true that he groped her – an underage schoolgirl.”

Although Starr was a popular comedian of the ‘70s and ‘80s, his career in show-biz began as a singer in Liverpool in the early 1960s. Similar to fellow Liverpudlian Jimmy Tarbuck, it’s claimed that Freddie was also once looked upon as a possible ‘fifth Beatle’ – quite literally! Here’s an article from The Express from 2012 that ran under the title, ‘The Day Freddie Starr nearly became a Beatle’:

In the early Sixties, a young singer was at the forefront of the Merseybeat revolution. Charismatic, good-looking and with a great voice, he regularly topped the bill at venues such as The Cavern Club.

Today he is better known as a madcap comedian and impressionist. Back then, however, Freddie Starr and his various bands including The Midnighters, were the biggest draw in and around Liverpool.

Freddie and The Beatles used to hang out together and, according to a schoolboy friend who later became his manager, Starr was once approached by Lennon to join The Beatles.

His boyhood friend and neighbour, Tony Cartwright recalls:

“Freddie was the first real Rock and Roll star in Liverpool…” 

When The Beatles started out, Starr was already established. For being the headline act, he and his band would get £25 – in those days a small fortune…

Further down the bill were The Beatles, one of scores of bands in Liverpool at the time. According to Cartwright, The Beatles supported The Midnighters on about 100 occasions and they all became good pals.

“Liverpool was like one big Rock and Roll family and John Lennon especially loved Freddie,” says Cartwright.

“Freddie had a great sense of humour. There were lots of pranks, which Lennon found hilarious. There was never any jealousy. In those days when The Beatles came on, people would drift off to the bar because they were there to see Freddie.”

Starr’s incredible appeal didn’t escape Lennon’s notice and John once asked Freddie to join The Beatles, reveals Cartwright.

 “Freddie just laughed,” reveals Cartwright.

“He told John, ‘listen, I’ve got my own band and I’m bigger than you.’ John also offered Freddie some of the songs he had written but Freddie didn’t like them.

“Freddie was very talented but I don’t think he could ever have become a Beatle. It would never have gelled.”

Then, a year later… The Beatles had a problem, says Cartwright.

Their drummer Pete Best fell out of favour and Lennon began looking for a new recruit. At the time, Ringo Starr was a session-drummer who performed with several bands including Freddie Starr and The Midnighters. He was a close friend and it’s claimed that Freddie even let Ringo – whose real name is Richard Starkey – share his stage surname.

Ringo jumped at the chance to join The Beatles.

Read the article in full here:

When The Beatles eventually rose to national music-stardom in Britain, Freddie and The Midnighters became their support act, as the nearby picture advertising a 1963 UK concert clearly shows. the-beatles-abc-1963-poster

According to the Express article, “when The Beatles first toured the US in 1964 there was an approach for Freddie to join them” there too. However…

He wasn’t interested, says Cartwright…

He says: “I think he got bored of the music-business. He went solo in the mid-Sixties. By then he was doing a lot of impressions. He was a variety-act in a Rock ‘n’ Roll era.”

At the height of his fame, Freddie met Elvis Presley and charmed The King with his impressions. Starr still kept in touch with Lennon and McCartney and it wasn’t unusual for Freddie to receive a telegram from the two Beatles wishing him luck before a big show.

In later years, Starr would have his Public Relations handled for him by a notorious individual by the name of…

* Max Clifford

Until fairly recently, the UK’s best-known PR guru. He’s said to have worked with anyone and everyone from Frank Sinatra and Marlon Brando to Z-listers such as Rebecca Loos, whose main claim to fame was embarking on an extra-marital affair with David Beckham. Clifford is currently serving an eight-year prison term for a string of indecent assaults on females ranging in age from 15 to 19. Furthermore, in his sentencing remarks, the judge presiding over the trial stated that he was sure the Public Relations maestro had also sexually abused a 12-year-old girl whilst on holiday in Spain, but that this allegation could not be pursued in the British courts even though evidence for it was presented to the jury during the case.


Clifford’s career in PR began in the early Sixties when he accepted an offer of a job as a Press-publicist at record-company, ‘EMI.’ He’s since recalled, “the first task I was given when I joined EMI in October 1962 was to promote a new group whose first single was about to come out. The single in question was called ’Love Me Do’ by a then unknown group called, The Beatles.” He also claims to have been with the band on their historic maiden-journey to the US for their first ever concert-tour there. “It was in February 1964,” he states. “I accompanied The Beatles to the United States. As we were touching down at New York’s John F. Kennedy Airport, we saw hundreds of kids waiting below. George Harrison turned to me and said, ‘look at all those people down there. There must be someone famous flying in.’ It turned out of course, that they were all screaming for them. I felt incredibly lucky to be there and see The Beatles adventure evolve.”

* Michael McCartney


Younger brother of Beatle Paul, he achieved a modicum of Pop-music success himself during the 1960s with The Scaffold, a band in which he performed under his alternative name, Mike McGear. In 2006, he was cleared of sexually assaulting a 16-year-old waitress at a family party. She’s said to have accused him of placing his hand over her trousers and then moving it from her thigh to her bottom. He’s reported to have denied this, arguing that he merely touched her back in a “fatherly gesture.”

* Rolf Harris

Already mentioned, he appeared onstage with The Beatles during their Christmas show of ‘63 / ‘64 which was, according to the book ‘The Beatles Diary Volume 1’ by author and Paul McCartney’s very old friend, Barry Miles, “designed for children.” Harris also found the time during a BBC radio-interview at the tail-end of 1963 to record an impromptu musical collaboration with the group – a re-working of an earlier hit novelty-single of his, ‘Tie Me Kangaroo Down Sport’…

* Wilfrid Brambell


Actor who is best-known for his role as Harold Steptoe in the hugely successful British TV sit-com of the 1960s and ‘70s, ‘Steptoe and Son.’ In 1964 he took on the role of Paul McCartney’s fictional grandfather in The Beatles’ debut movie, ‘A Hard Day’s Night.’ One thing I certainly recall from my pre-teen years in the late 1970s and early ‘80s is the little mutterings I’d hear in the classroom from my school-mates every now and again about ‘Steptoe the kiddie-fiddler’ and such-like. In 2012 came this article from ‘The Telegraph’ centring on Brambell‘s alleged activities on the island of Jersey, situated between France and Britain…

Brambell… allegedly abused two boys in a theatre in Jersey at the height of his fame in the 1970s.

One of the alleged victims was a resident at the notorious Haut de la Garenne children’s home which was at the centre of a high-profile police investigation into historical child-abuse on the island in 2008.

He claimed to have been taken to the island’s main theatre, the Opera House, as a “treat” before being taken backstage to meet Brambell, who he accuses of molesting him in a back-room. large

The second victim, who had not been a Haut de la Garenne resident, also claimed to have been abused by Brambell at the theatre. The alleged victims were aged 12-13 at the time. 

Brambell, who died in 1985, was homosexual and had a criminal-record for “persistently importuning for an immoral purpose” in a public lavatory dating from 1962.

Brambell became a household name in the 1960s and ‘70s when he appeared alongside Harry H. Corbett in ‘Steptoe and Son,’ in which he played a scruffy rag and bone man constantly derided by his on-screen son as a “dirty old man.”


He also appeared in The Beatles A Hard Day’s Night, playing Paul McCartney’s grand-father, after being hand-picked for the role by the singer.

The allegations were made to former Jersey health minister, Stuart Syvret, the most outspoken critic of the island’s failure to deal with child-abuse when the Haute de la Garenne scandal erupted…

He was contacted by dozens of people who had been abused on the island, some of whom named Jimmy Savile as one of their abusers.”

Which brings us rather neatly back onto the man himself…

* Jimmy Savile

A couple of years or so prior to the Beatles’ Christmas shows – when the band were still relatively unknown – Savile had booked them to perform at a nightclub he ran in Manchester. Or so he claimed. He’s reported to have said, “the first time they travelled over from Liverpool and got a fiver (five pounds) for the whole gig, and they went down well. So they came back (and) got £15.”

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In the wake of the Savile revelations breaking into the mainstream back in 2012, McCartney went public about his and The Beatles’ relationship with the paedophile. “It’s very difficult to talk about it,” he said in an interview that year. “The thing is, we knew Jimmy and we worked with him, he was a DJ, an MC on some of the shows. We were working in Yorkshire and we were still living in Liverpool. And we were coming back from a gig and he came in our van over the Pennines. We gave him a lift. He told us all these stories about his wartime exploits how he had been buying chewing-gum and nylons and all that, and selling them. He had all sorts of stuff going on. He was the older hustler guy, and we were very amused by these stories because he was a great entertainer, but we dropped him off at his place outside his house and we said, ‘can we come in for a coffee?’ and he said, ‘oh no, not tonight lads.’ When he’d gone we thought, ‘why doesn’t he let us in, what is it, because most people would have let us in that we gave a lift to?’ So we always thought there was something a little bit suspect.” The former Beatle then said, “more generally, then, the whole sort of scene was not so PC… that post-war boom, girls and guys, it was a much more open scene… free love and the Pill had just come in, so it was a completely different scene. The other aspect, of course, is that we, though not quite Jimmy, we were of the age of the girls, we were all young. So if you’re now talking about a 17, 18-year-old boy with a 15-year-old girl, we all knew that was illegal, so we didn’t do it. We tried to make sure. We couldn’t always be sure but there was a definite no-no involved in under-age kids. Hey, listen, we didn’t have to worry. There were plenty of over-16-year-olds.”

McCartney, ever the publicist and PR-conscious guy that he is, looks to be protesting too much there – or have I read it wrong? I get the impression from that interview that maybe he’s trying to justify his and The Beatles’ past sexual exploits for the benefit of easing his own conscience – let alone to prevent any potential mud of a particularly nasty nature from sticking to the band’s public reputation. Back in 1964 a sum of $10,000 was said to have been paid by the group’s management to the mother of two underage teenage girls in a bid to stop her from going to the American Press after she complained that both her daughters had been “detained” in John Lennon’s hotel-suite in Las Vegas during the first – and crucially-important – concert-tour of the US by The Beatles. According to Ivor Davis a British journalist who accompanied them on that trip in his capacity as reporter for The Express newspaper, “the road-managers working with The Beatles on the tour were supposed to vet the girls before letting them in, and they did for the most part. But when a pretty girl came along nobody asked, ’do you have a passport?’ So these underage girls were allowed through with the mother’s consent. She came back a bit drunk from a casino sometime later, and demanded to be let up to the suite. When she was refused by security, the woman got royally pissed off, called the cops and said, ’my daughters are being held against their will in The Beatles’ suite.’ The cops came to investigate and they did find the underage girls with John Lennon. John insisted to them that nothing untoward had happened.”

The same incident in that Las Vegas hotel was recounted by veteran American broadcast-journalist, Larry Kane in his book, ‘Lennon Revealed.’ Same as Ivor Davis, he travelled beside The Beatles on their ‘64 tour of America. He states:

The Beatles, carefully watched by manager Brian Epstein and fiercely protected by road-managers Neil Aspinall and Malcolm Evans, plus travelling Press-manager Derek Taylor, were usually prudent in their selection of after-hours playmates. I never once saw an underage girl brought to The Beatles’ rooms. Except for the leaders of local fan-clubs, who cheerfully greeted them in the dressing-rooms in most cities for autographs or pictures, underage girls were never allowed near The Beatles. The band scrupulously avoided situations that might compromise their image and their success. But on one sultry night, or early morning depending on your own body-clock, that strict code of avoiding underage women was violated in a most dangerous way. And John was at the centre of it.

A heavy knock sounded on my door around 5 am, startling me out of sleep. The face in the doorway was that of Malcolm Evans… his eyes showed concern, and his features were contorted in anguish. I will never forget his words:

“We need you down in the lobby. There’s been a spot of trouble with John. Can you put on a tie and a jacket?”

What could it be? I couldn’t figure it out, but I knew that whatever it was, the stakes were high.

In the hallway, Evans was joined by Derek Taylor and Neil Aspinall. They explained that a dangerous situation was afoot. Twin sisters were in John Lennon’s room, catching autographs and posing for pictures with Lennon. They were part of a group of fans that had penetrated security. Most of the visitors had left, but these girls were sleeping on the second bed in John’s room.

“It’s all quite proper,” Derek Taylor said. “Not a damn thing happened in there.”

Derek added, “their mother is in the lobby, demanding to know what they’re doing up there, and we need you to go and tell her everything is proper.

“Where are the girls?” I asked. Malcolm winced. Neil said nothing. Derek gave me the answer with a finger that pointed down the hallway.

The door to John’s room was not locked. Derek opened it. John was dozing on the bed, his eyes half-open. The twin sisters rested on the edge of the second bed, their eyes glazing at the TV on the bureau.

It was then I understood the magnitude of the potential problem.

“Why me? I’m not going to be part of any lying,” I said.

“There’s nothing to lie about. They just came in to visit,” Derek insisted.

I turned and asked, “why me?”

Derek answered, “you’re a reporter. You look trustworthy.”

I made it clear that I would trust his word, but refused to play any part in a whitewash.

Mal Evans and I took the elevator to the lobby. We approached a woman in her mid-thirties who appeared to be shaken with worry. Where had she been while her daughters were sneaking past security to join a party with a Rock and Roll band upstairs? The casino-chips in her hand provided the most likely answer. Still, this woman also held in her hands the power to destroy the good-guy image of The Beatles.

Taking Taylor’s word, I identified myself to the mother and explained the girls’ visit as an innocent quest for pictures and autographs. Even though I declared my independence as a journalist, she wasn’t convinced. But when the elevators opened a minute later, a police officer emerged with her daughters, both of them smiling broadly and chatting excitedly about the details of John’s kindness. I was convinced. After all, how could two young girls look so innocent if a sexual encounter had taken place?

Still, there was an oddity to this episode. How did the police officer get to the room? The role of that officer has always been a mystery to me. But I do know this – a brief investigation into the matter was launched by the Las Vegas police-department. There was no follow-up.

As dawn was breaking, mother and daughter left the premises. Malcolm Evans grinned, Derek Taylor called up Brian Epstein with a status report, and then Derek and Malcolm thanked me warmly. Epstein was furious about the incident. And I still didn’t feel good about it.

“Was John messing with those kids?” I asked.

Derek said, “no.”

Was I naïve or uncaring? Neither. I just couldn’t believe that a Beatle would risk his future by getting involved with young girls in that way. But then again, John sometimes walked a fine line between earnest friendship and deceptive debauchery. Still, I was convinced this was a case of mistaken intentions.

To this day, I don’t know exactly what happened in that hotel-room. My instincts tell me it was pure innocence. The real story will never be known

In 1965, during another Beatles US tour, allegations of a similar nature popped-up again, but this time they made it straight to the Press. As the newspaper piece below and dated from August that year states, The Beatles were branded “the worst people ever” to visit Minneapolis by the city’s police-inspector, Donald R. Dwyer. Much of his criticism was focused on a party that was said to have taken place at the hotel where the band was staying. According to the article, “several members of the Beatles’ touring-party were threatened with arrest… in connection with alleged morals incidents at Leamington Motor Hotel… Dwyer said the visitors were warned after members of the party coaxed young girls from nearby sidewalks into fifth-floor hotel rooms. One of the girls, a young blonde, emerged from McCartney’s night-chain-locked room after police informed the tour-manager that McCartney would be jailed unless the girl was out of the room within two minutes. Dwyer said the girl produced identification to prove she was 21… ‘I doubt she is older than 16,’ Dwyer said. In all, more than 10 girls ranging from 15 to 20 years of age, were flushed out of the 20 rooms reserved for the Beatles’ entourage.”


So, there you have it for now; a list of names, a few ‘coincidences,’ and some rather questionable episodes in the Beatles’ touring schedules. What to make of all this – well, I wish I knew of course. I don’t have a theory, I don’t have a conclusion – just a bunch of info and ‘a feeling.’ I don’t know what to make of it.

At best, I suppose, this article will serve as a useful reference-point for folk who’re looking for information relating to this kind of subject-matter. It might even unlock some mysteries for some, or point others in the direction they need to go to find  answers they’re looking for in regards to something that’s maybe unrelated. If it achieves any of that, I’ll be satisfied.

Let me know your views and ideas on any of this.

Until the next time, then…



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