The article below was written by a freelance journalist last year. It was never published because the journalist was, he told me, threatened by Professor Norman Williams (AKA “The Lying Surgeon”) of Barts and The Royal London Hospital and Queen Mary College, University of London.

You may want to ask why such a high standing professor would lower himself to threaten a journalist? Damn good question. All I know is the journalist described the threats as “evil” and the man behind them as an “evil mother fucker”. What has this world come to? My MP, Ms Lynn Brown, has said she feels powerless to intervene, knowing that Williams has outright lied to her when pressed for answers. Why was Professor Norman Williams so scared he had to threaten a journalist? Or was the journalist lying? I don’t know the answers - maybe you do.

All I know is that once again I have been left up shit creek with no paddles in sight.

‘Are the people in control of our health selling us short? What is becoming of the NHS, an institution once the envy of the world? Is there a method in what we perceive as its’ increasing madness, or is it just madness? These are some of the questions facing one man who has taken on the establishment in pursuit of the answers.

As Mr P Bates MRCS of the Royal National Orthopaedic Hospital pointed out in a letter to Jee in January 2006, “I think the bottom line is that occasionally patients like yourself come along who do not fit any classical picture and although clearly something is wrong, we are unable to find out what the formal diagnosis is and all we can do as doctors is reassure you that this is not a serious orthopaedic problem.”‘

Apparantly the “Lying Surgeon” believes he is, and in fact he is, to all extents and purposes, above the law. If this sort of crap doesn’t worry you be careful because - as the Manic Street preachers said in their song “If you tolerate this” - “and if you tolerate this then your children will be next”.

Last week when my Consultant, Richard Cohen, was away on holiday the ward manager Martin Bruce came and saw me. We had a discussion for about twenty minutes. He explained that their job was to get me out of hospital. He made no bones about it: success had nothing to do with my health or otherwise: it was all about “moving me through the system”. His plan was that when Cohen returned there would be a meeting with the ward sister who best knows my case, Mr Cohen and a representative from the team responsible for my psychotherapy. The purpose of the meeting would be to get me out of his bed.

During the week another senior consultant who had first referred me to Mr Cohen was due to visit. She never arrived.

When Mr Cohen returned yesterday he came and saw me in the morning. He explained that this consultant had about-turned on her decision to see me. She had written to him by email and said that she had “been advised by a senior colleague not to come”. She is the medical director of the hospital she works at.

Mr Cohen explained that there was nothing more the hospital could do to help me. He was clearly trying to move me towards discharge without any such meeting. I protested that it was not safe for me to be moved home, that despite Mr Cohen doing his honest best the hospital as a whole had not done so, that it was inappropriate that so many of the people he had tried to refer me to had refused to see me, that there was no understanding of what is wrong with me and that I was not happy to be sent home. I explained that I want to be moved to a rehabilitation unit or to another hospital that would try and understand what is wrong with me.

Mr Cohen said he would try and get the medical director of the hospital to come and see me. This morning he returned and explained that Professor Stephen Spiro would be coming to see me at lunch time and asked me to be here from 11am until 2pm to be sure I didn’t miss him. Spiro, a former medical director of the hospital, had been asked “not to look at my notes” before meeting me and arrived at arout 20 minutes before 1pm. After about ten minutes of questioning he conducted a two or three minute physical examination with me on my bed. Professor Spiro did not ask me to get off of my bed and did not watch me walk.

He appeared friendly, understanding and helpful. He’s a pretty good actor.

As he left I asked him if he had reached a conclusion. “No”, he said, “I am going to read your notes and then let Mr Cohen know my thoughts”. My notes are in a folder nearly two inches thick. They contain around 100 pages of material and reports from this hospital and elsewhere. He walked over to the nursing station, sat there for one minute and wrote the following in my notes:

“Very complex Psychiatric/Psychological situation. Whatever the patients muscular problems are there is no need for admission. Fit for discharge.” - I am allowed to read my notes in the presence of a nurse and did so the minute Spiro left.

This took him about thirty seconds. He certainly did not even attempt to read my notes. He then left the ward, met Martin Bruce, the ward manager in the lobby and exchanged a few words with him. I couldn’t hear the conversation. Martin Bruce looked happy smiled and waved Professor Spiro off. Clearly Bruce was happy that Spiro had rubber stamped my discharge such that the hospital can pour whitewash over the whole incident of my being here.

As Spiro got into the outer lobby he was already on his mobile telephone to Mr Cohen to tell him the good news that despite having no understanding of what is wrong with me (”Whatever the patients muscular problems are”) he had happily written me up for discharge. Within the hour Mr Cohen had arrived with his new puppy-dog Senior Registrar, James Arbuckle, and was telling me I would be discharged by the end of this week to my home. No understanding of what is wrong, no care plan, no treatment plan, no rehabilitation plan. However this is of course a great success for the hospital. After all I will have “left their bed” and be “off their plate”.

Nice medicine. I think University College can be very proud of itself. The smell of whitewash however is rather overwhelming.

On the subject of things white … this building is a complete white elephant. It cost twice what it should, nothing works properly, the staff hate it and complain about it constantly. The lifts fail. They were put in on the cheap as the trust had overspent and what’s more, they even designed and built it complete with a trunk:

The report on the X-rays of my neck has been missing from my file for three weeks despite repeated requests for it to be put on file. Last Friday it was noted in my notes that my “muscle spasms are improving”. This is utterly untrue. I was put on Gabapentin to control the muscle spasms ten days ago and quite quickly suffered severe reactions. Last Monday I was advised to stop taking it. I requested another Neurological consult immediately for a replacement as the Diazepam I have been on for two years is no longer doing the job and is effectively dissolving the muscles that do not work and it is therefore urgent a suitable replacement is found.

On Tuesday morning I again politely requested a Neurological consult for the same purpose. No one came. On Wednesday morning I again politely requested a Neurological consult for the same purpose. No one came. On Thursday morning I again politely requested a Neurological consult for the same purpose. No one came. On Friday morning I again politely requested a Neurological consult for the same purpose. No one came. I was making these requests because the muscle spasms were worsening dangerously and causing further destabilisation in my already very damaged neck.

At 4pm on Friday afternoon I gave up asking politely and went to see the ward Manager. “Martin”, I said, “I have been politely asking for a Neurological consult for the last five days. it is 4pm and it’s Friday. You have got one hour before all the doctors go home for the weekend and I am left inincreasing pain and danger. If that happens I am going to kick off. You don’t want me to kick off”.

“I’ll deal with it”, he said. And he was indeed good to his word. Half an hour later a very helpful Neurologist turned up. Unfortunately, misinformed by the records about the nature of my condition, she prescribed Amitiptyline - usually prescribed as an anti-depressant but also used as a pain control drug for Neuropathic pain. I didn’t need a drug to control the pain I needed one to control the spasms - and in particular one that was not going to weaken the failed, atrophied and damaged muscles that are leading others to spasm.

Gabapentin had done very well on this score but also and lead to a nasty itchy rash developing up my legs within 48 hours and stabbing chest pains 20 minutes after I took it. Amitriptyline is doing no good whatsoever because it is known not to have muscle relaxant and anti-spasmodic properties. The spasms are getting worse quickly, reducing further the mobility of my neck and causing ever increasing damage. This is why it worries me that such misleading statements as “muscle spasms are improving” are appearing on my notes.

It appears to fit the pattern of the hospital trying to “appear to do their best” - as opposed to “trying to do their best” - two very different things.

Here are the X-rays of which the report is missing:

A very nicely branded University College London Hospitals Annual Review of 2006/7 was today left open on my bed by one of the nursing staff I presume. I think the nursing staff are becoming aware that something very odd is going on.

After all I will have been an inpatient here for eight weeks on Tuesday, my health is failing fast, there has been a failure to undertake appropriate tests and a repetition of pointless ones. Doctors have refused to see me - though the consultant I am under admits it is not me that is at fault here but the cock-ups that have happened elsewhere and are being used as an excuse to deny me the care I need. Tests which would have proven useful have been denied on spurious grounds.

Reports are missing from my file and I have been asking for them for three weeks. The hospital sat on my old scans for five weeks before loading them into their PACS system. They then sent back my EBT scans saying the images could not be read. Which was odd because when I shoved the disk in my laptop it fired up and read every image without fail. And when I showed the 3D renditions of my cervical spine to a Neurologist last week he said that needed further clarification before running out the door backwards saying he could no longer support me staying in hospital as the hospital is “not helping” me - the one point we agreed on.

The Annual Review was left open on my bed on the page “Our commitment to you”. On that page was a highlighted statement from Peter Dixon the Trust Chairman - who has been in receipt of a “stongly worded” fax from my MP for the last six weeks of my “hotelisation” here.

That statement reads:

“It’s a matter of treating others as we would wish to be treated ourselves. It may sound easy, but making it happen is going to require attention to detail and routinely going that extra mile.” - Trust Chairman, Peter Dixon.

It’s time to pay attention to detail, go the extra mile and stop trying to look like you are doing your best and do your best, Mr Dixon. That is my challenge to you. There is no excuse for my human right to health to be stamped on, whomever may be pushing you to do so. Far from treating me as you would wish to be treated yourself the overall treatment I have received here is worse than you would allow for your dog. It’s shape up time.

Two very revealing conversations have taken place this week here at university College Hospital.

On Wednesday Dr Anton Emmanuel finally turned up after two weeks of waiting. He had agreed to “put to one side” his prejudices - as had I - and have a conversation aimed at understanding what I understand to be wrong with me. This conversation was a farce.

At the beginning of the session I showed Dr Emmanuel the 3D rendition of the scans of my neck which clearly indicate the misalignment of my cervical vertebrae and that some of the spinous processes have grown at an angle of around 10 degrees from the straight line they should inhabit. This is important as it is proof positive that my body grew under abnormal muscular strains and imbalance significant enough to mean my bones are the wrong shape. He said he needed to establish the significance of this.

I went on to start describing what is wrong with me. Dr Emmanuel - far from trying to understand what I was explaining - argued every tiny point with me. His favourite phrase was “you can’t prove that”. The whole two hours was frankly a waste of time. I listed the scientific medical proofs of the failure of my Pelvic musculature, namely: thinned and scarred internal sphincter, descended pelvic floor, internal rectal prolapse, urinary incontinence and that my bladder rolls forward on filling. “You can’t prove that”, said he. Yet unfortunately for him those things are already proven though he decided to deny them.

The time was a waste except for the discovery that Dr Emmanuel also works at the Royal National Orthopaedic Hospital, home to the manipulative and disgusting Dr Joseph Cowan who kept me out of his rehab unit on spurious grounds for a year - such as “your attitude must improve” - then broke the GMC guidelines writing to other doctors asking them not to see me as I had complained.

As Emmanuel backed out of the door, having wasted two hours of his and my time arguing instead of trying to understand, he said “I can’t support you remaining in hospital any longer. It’s ridiculous - we’re not helping you”. On the last point I can agree with him wholeheartedly as this hospital is not helping me - and aside from the excellent colo-rectal consultant under whom I am admitted - this is largely because the hospital is not trying to help me.

They have refused to do certain tests which would show major problems on rather spurious grounds, chosen to dismiss out of hand both the psychological reports and physical reports of other healthcare professionals, repeated a bunch of tests already known not to be helpful and to show negative results, and, to quote the colo-rectal consultant some of the doctors I need to see have “refused to see me” as I am perceived as trouble - although he personally agreed it is not me that is trouble but the people and events around me.

When I enquired at the RNOH in Stanmore under the freedom of information act what the maximum and average times were for admission to Dr Joseph “I am the ultimate bastard” Cowan’s unit, the call to inform me of the information came from a lovely lady called Kim Harris. “I don’t know why they have asked me to telephone you”, said Kim, “I am the complaints manager. But the information you requested is that the maximum time to admission to Joseph Cowan’s unit is twenty one weeks. Eighteen weeks from GP referral to an appointment with the team and three weeks from that appointment to admission”. This was at a point in time when I had been under Cowan’s (lack of) care for a year and he had made excuses about having an extended waiting time for admissions and started interfering in my care under other doctors. So even though Ms Harris did not understand why “they” had asked her to call them it was pretty plain to me.

This is a prime example of exactly the kind of “trouble” I am. I want my right to health upheld and it is extremely inconvenient and troublesome to some doctors that I want this. Many doctors have truly forgotten that the “do no harm” bit of the Hippocratic oath is meant to refer to their patients: they think it refers principally to others in their profession. Yet more are so hyper-aware of the career realities of Doctoring in the UK that they are easily swayed by pressure not to do the right thing: if they cross the line and stand by an inconvenient truth such as myself they know it may be held against them. This is the nature of the closed shop and is the main reason the NHS is only 18th best health system in the world when measuring outcomes in the World Health Organisations analysis.

The other conversation this week that was informative was the one with my colo-rectal consultant. He tried once again to start discharging me from hospital. I have been here six and a half weeks and he has failed, despite his genuine and best efforts, to get the Multi-disciplinary team my healthcare requires in place. After all if the doctors he asks to see me refuse then how can a MDT be put in place? It can’t. He said during this conversation that the hospital “can’t” help me. I pointed out that only last week he had admitted that people he asked to see me wouldn’t come and drove home the point that it is that the hospital won’t help me.

Perhaps this has something to do with the fact that the Medical Director of this hospital serves on the Board of the Royal College of Surgeons with Professor Norman Williams - aka “the Lying Surgeon” - who not only has acted abysmally towards me, lied to my MP and interfered with investigations elsewhere but has recently scared off a journalist who was writing up my medical history with “cleverly worded, evil but veiled threats”.

That Doctors employed to serve us by a state organisation we pay for with our taxes can act in such unethical and self-serving ways and with total impunity and no fear of being held to account is proof positive of the danger of the closed shop.

It is no wonder one of the nurses here said to me “You couldn’t pay me enough to be a doctor in this country - doctoring is completely messed up”.

Since the day I arrived this hospital has done it’s best to appear to have done it’s best - It has not done it’s best nor tried to so. There is a big and important difference between the two.

Having posted some of the horrors I have encountered here it is only fair to say some of the good things about University College Hospital.

The main consultant under whom I have been and remain admitted is clearly a very clever and astute man. I also find him to be, without question or hesitation, to be a wholly ethical and strongly motivated man. I made a mildly disparaging remark that I had not seen him for a week until he turned up on a Sunday morning two weeks ago following a visit from the police. I would like to apologise for any offence caused. I think it is pretty natural that a man of his skill, intelligence and humanity is in demand.

It was actually not my wish to see him that day but I did want to make a statement to the police about the actions of his registrar Dr Giles Bond-Smith. On the day in question I apologised that my attempting to do so had interfered with a day with his family during a week when I know things had not been easy for him.

There would have been no need for him to come if Camden Police had done their job. They did not come because Dr Bond-Smith told them I was insane - as New Scotland Yard confirmed.

Dr Bond-Smith is a Registrar on a colo-rectal team. When he told the Police I was insane he had been “off my case” for five days and I had issued instructions to that effect, disbarring him from commenting on or partaking in my care in any way. He therefore should have refused to discuss the matter with the police and passed it up to his boss.

In addition Dr Bond-Smith is a “bum doctor” and a surgeon and not qualified to make statements regarding my sanity. Had he checked with the people qualified to make these statements he would have been told it was an inaccurate statement.

He went against the specialist advice available, broke guidelines in discussing a patient with whom he had been advised his relationship is over and failed to note in the notes serious issues discussed at length which would have pointed a finger of guilt at him had the meds he prescribed seriously injured my health or worse.

Furthermore the statements he made to the police were defamatory and not covered by priveledged communication as they were outside his field but designed to make sure he was not investigated.

He succeeded which is why I published. Sometimes if you don’t shout you don’t get help. And sometimes if you do shout you don’t get help.

When people run around making inaccurate statements about your sanity - in either situation - the picture becomes coloured with these lies and you are less likely to get help whatever you do and however you act.

I need the help of this hospital to recover my health. First my injuries need to be understood, which is not yet happening. I have been trying to explain what’s up and some people understand some of it and some testing has been done.

The reporting on the tests is invariably only partially accurate however because there is no clear understanding of what is wrong with me and the radiologists - excellent as they undoubtedly are - do not know therefore what they are looking for. They miss things - significant things.

There are also a plethora of uneccessary tests being undertaken which will only show I am “not in the textbooks” - something I have heard again and again.

I know this hospital has some of the brightest brains in medicine working here. I also know that what I suffer - though not yet in the textbooks - is fully comprehensible.

Putting to one side the appalling history of poor investigations, lazy false opinions and at times deliberately misleading interpretations that has plagued me at other hospitals, I would like to say this:

Once you understand what is wrong you can stop the plattitudes and excuses and then and only then can we have an intelligent forward looking discussion about recovery from, or the management of, my physical injuries.

University College Hospital - like most hospitals - is staffed by doctors, nurses and auxillary staff who are on the whole very dedicated, caring, good, professional and hard working people.

Too often, they are fighting an NHS which is over-politicised, managed from two power-structures which are pulling in opposite directions and is frankly too large to ever be efficient (the NHS used to be and I believe still is the biggest single employer worldwide).

The staff here are also fighting a badly designed and over-budget hospital building in which the lifts don’t work and something as simple as an additional meds trolley takes an infinite amount of time not to organise. There have been cutbacks because of the overspend and thus the burden of work is higher than ideal.

I don’t want to fight for my right to health any more. The fight is killing me. I have legitimate grievances here with one doctor which should have been externally investigated in the circumstances for my accusation is a grave one and not made lightly. Having tried to make sure it is investigated via the appropriate channels and been thwarted I was left with little choice.

It is not appropriate for doctors to close ranks as that is anti-thetical to truth and natural justice. It will do them, medicine and me nothing but harm if they do so. I do hope this will not be allowed to happen any more - it has gone on too long and is being used as an excuse for inaction for darker reasons than those admitted or averred.

Beyond that what I can say about University College Hospital is all good: The nursing, cleaning and catering staff on the ward I am on are friendly, helpful and caring. There is dedication clarly visible on their faces. This ward is also spotlessly clean.

The consultant I am under is as I have said an honest, intelligent, ethical and very human doctor. If the rest of the doctors here can put past mistakes of colleagues elsewhere behind them and get on with the job in hand I have no doubt the outcome will be to everyone’s benefit and I will be writing glowing reports of the care I have recieved here in days to come. Let us aspire to common sense prevailing.

The Medical Protection Society have been reading freedomforall.net again. I do hope this, and the appearance of a Bedford Row based Law Chambers on my log, does not mean ill-advised legal action will be attempted again.

Much as it would be undoubted fun to be in court, you won’t win, and of that you can be one hundred per cent certain. How can I be so sure? I know your client won’t have told you all the relevant facts - had he done so you’d refuse to take instruction.

In the lift at University College Hospital last week I filled my briefs with shit, due to the faecal incontinence I suffer. The lift was crowded and it is always stuffy in them in any case. People looked miffed and I whistled. You get used to these things.

When a solicitor or barristers’ client fills their ‘brief’ with shit it usually comes into the light of day under cafefull cross questioning rather than falling down the leg of your pyjamas in a lift. I’d suggest carefully cross questioning your client before launching any ill-fated action.

Well they did an “MRI Defecating Proctogram” at University College Hospital. I’ve put a video of the results on youtube. I can’t get the damn thing to embed though so you’ll have to click this link to watch it. (no you won’t keep reading )

What it shows quite clearly - something I have said all along - is that I do not have proper enervation to my pelvic floor and rectum. You can see that the force to evacuate my bowel comes from my diaphragm pushing my other organs and intestines down into my bladder and rectum to evacuate the radioctive goo they injected into my jacksy. Hold up, might have Youtube sussed:

Woot! Woot! got it working …. oh yeah .. so back to the story ….

Look at the top right of the picture thats where the momentum and energy is generated to achieve evacuation of my bowel. The force squishes my rectum shut like squishing water from a plastic bag.

The use of the word feck* was the problem … yeah … If you read this from a bed on a Patientline system go search google for feck* or try wikipedia.

They can all use feck* but I can not? Doesn’t make sense sorry -lame, lame, lame.

Also does not explain why one site I own got blocked as it contained a blank hosting page from my reputable webhost.

Like I said lame. If Patientline wish to respond, the lovely lady is welcome to register with freedomforall.net and leave a comment.

* U know what I mean: if you don’t search google for feck, the first page at Wikipedia.org explains.

I have been in hospital for three weeks today and am sicker than when I came in. Dr Giles Bond-Smith made what I believe to be a deliberate and transparent attempt on my life through mismedication (see story below “University College Hospital”). No independent investigation has been possible, because;

He then told the Camden Metropolitan Police Force I was mad and that they did not need to come and take a statement from me. So they didn’t bother. Then I telephoned New Scotland Yard (who confirmed what he had done). The operator realised they had accepted the word of a man accused of attempted murder against his accuser and that that was wrong - she said she would ensure the police attended.

Within two hours the Camden police did show up, took a small amount of evidence, but refused to take a statement. An hour after that the Consultant turned up in his tennis shorts on a Sunday morning - the first time I had seen him in a week - and tried to talk me out of pressing charges. this was intermingled with a conversation about my healthcare needs and I think the two should not have been so mixed up.

Since then - more than a week ago - I have telephoned the Camden Police on two occassions and asked what is happening. I was told an officer would call me back. My telephone calls do not get returned.

Today the Patientline system in the hospital -  which patients can use to watch TV, browse the internet and make phone calls, started refusing me access to all the website I own including this one. That happened at some point between 12pm and 6pm. I can only assume that all these events are related:

- The suppression of my human right to health is long documented on this site and now under investigation by a number of journalists and my MP. UCH are dilly-dallying at best and denying plain facts their own staff have seen and witnessed at worst.

The suppression of my human right to justice and fair access to the law has been accomplished it seems by joint enterprise of University College Hospital and the Camden Metropolitan Police force.

The attempts at understanding my health needs appear to be half hearted at best. The neurologist I met last week told me today there is “nothing wrong with my back”. He said the physiotherapist’s report completed over three weeks and which goes into great detail about the muscle wasting - naming most of the major groups in the back of my body by name as atrophied - is “wrong”.

Now Patientline are seemingly collaborating to supress my human right to freedom of speech and expression by denying me the right to write about my life and the denial of rights my “democratic” “motherland” offers. they are doing this by blocking my website so I can not publish without walking down the road to the internet cafe.

The material on this site is only objectionable to two groups of people: The first group is those doctors who lie and cheat. The second is paedophiles.

My lawyer will be on this in the morning.