Death Sentence

Being as upset as I still am regarding this horror story, all I have done is copy the story from The Times online. I cannot describe the emotions running through me as I read this. So Read on.

When the infant known in court only as Baby P was brought home from hospital days after his birth in March 2006, it was as a bubbly, blue-eyed boy with the first signs of curly blond hair. He was, according to those who came into contact with him, a lively child with a ready smile.

After 17 months enduring abuse of an almost unimaginable cruelty, the boy had been reduced to a nervous wreck, his hair shaved to the scalp and his body covered in bruises and scabs. Physical injuries included eight broken ribs, a broken back and the missing top of a finger, while the emotional damage was almost incalculable. Despite it all, Baby P was said to have still attempted a smile.

The jury was told that details of the intervening months, leading to the baby’s death last August, would “fill [them] with revulsion”. But even this could not prepare jurors — one of whom could not hold back tears — for one of the worst cases of sadistic brutality and sordid child neglect to come before a British court.

Baby P’s life in a council flat in Haringey, North London, began with gradual and growing neglect at the hands of his mother, who would leave him unattended for hours in his cot. The overweight woman, who had never had a full-time job and spent hours trawling the internet for pornography, split from the boy’s natural father when he was 3 months old after affairs with two men.

When the second lover moved in, Baby P’s suffering increased dramatically. The court heard that while his mother gossiped with friends in online chat rooms, her boyfriend took to beating the boy, swinging him around by the neck or legs and pinching him.

The Times has been told that the man, who cannot be identified for legal reasons, forced Baby P to follow commands like a dog. At the click of a finger he would have to sit with his head bent between his legs; 20 minutes later a second click would be the signal that he could sit upright again.

A second man, Jason Owen, also subjected the boy to similar abuse. Owen, who stayed at the house for five weeks with his 15-year-old girlfriend, was found guilty with the boyfriend of causing or allowing the death of a child. The mother admitted her guilt at an earlier hearing.

Police were told that the boyfriend, a 32-year-old collector of Nazi memorabilia, wanted to “toughen him up”. Other routines included placing the baby on a stool and spinning it around until he fell off.

The authorities had first voiced concerns about possible abuse by October 2006, when a GP noticed marks on the boy. But his mother, in the first of many episodes of deception and false reassurances, insisted she had found that his skin “bruised easily”.

Two months later the GP sent the pair to the Whittington Hospital, North London, after inspecting a head injury. Insisting that her child was “a head-banger” fond of “rough and tumble play”, the mother claimed that fingermarks were merely the result of when he was caught after being lovingly held and thrown into the air.

Social services were informed and visited the flat, which was found to be dirty, untidy and smelling of urine. They learnt that it was shared with the boy’s grandmother and three dogs, including a rottweiler, but remained unaware that it also harboured a violent boyfriend. They decided to let the child stay with a family friend while police inquiries continued.

A month later, in January 2007, with no decision made on any charge against either woman, the boy was allowed back home. As he grew too old for milk and jars of baby food, Baby P scavenged bits of broken biscuits from older children and was even seen eating dirt in the garden. Detectives found that after the boyfriend moved in there was not one piece of the boy’s clothing that was not spattered with blood.

The court heard that the mother, 27, had been taught at a boarding school where she gained GCSEs including English and IT. She had sought treatment for postnatal depression in the past. But, from the outset, she had appeared more devoted to her dogs, a German shepherd called Lady and a Staffordshire bull terrier called Lucky.

Sources involved in the case said that when officers went into the house they found dead mice and chicks lying around — food for a snake that the boyfriend kept in his bedroom. The man was also said to enjoy torturing animals and would skin frogs alive before breaking their legs.

Social workers tried to keep the family together, assuaged by the mother’s excuses. They were rehoused and allocated a social worker and health visitor. Yet the violence worsened, with A&E attendances for black eyes, swellings and bruises, “scalp rash” and “ear discharge”. One episode resulted in the mother’s rearrest.

Maria Ward, the case worker, said that she visited the house four days before Baby P’s death for a prearranged meeting. She found the boy in his pushchair, his bruises covered up with chocolate. “He had eaten a chocolate biscuit and there was chocolate over his face,” she told the court. “He had chocolate on his hands and face.” She said that she asked the mother to wipe his face before they went out and the mother started cleaning him. Miss Ward noted that the boy had an infected scalp, which was covered in white cream, and an ear infection.

But she added: “He appeared well. He smiled when I spoke to him.” The case worker said that she had been content to leave the boy with his mother because she appeared to be co-operative and properly supported.

Days later — and 48 hours before his death — Baby P was taken to St Ann’s Hospital amid further concerns for his wellbeing. During an examination by Dr Sabah Al-Zayyat, a paediatrician, his mother and her friend supported the child. Despite Baby P’s repeated cries of pain, the consultant missed both his broken back and ribs.

The next day his mother was called to the social services office. She was told by police that she would not be prosecuted after consideration by the Crown Prosecution Service.

On the very same evening, back at the family home, Baby P received a fatal blow to his mouth, knocking a tooth out. After 17 months of agony, the tiny child finally succumbed. The next day he was found dead in his cot.

The professionals

Sabah al-Zayyat

The consultant paediatrician was the last doctor to see Baby P alive, two days before his death. Failed to identify broken back and ribs, recording that the examination could not be completed because the baby was “miserable and cranky”. She said she thought that Baby P had a cold. Dr Al-Zayyat, from Ilford, Essex, trained in Saudi Arabia and moved to Ireland in 1997 to study a master’s degree. Worked as a locum consultant paediatrician between 2002 and 2006 before moving to Great Ormond Street trust, based at St Ann’s Hospital. She has been banned from working unsupervised with children until the inquiry is complete and may face a GMC hearing

Maria Ward

Appointed as the allocated social worker for Baby P on February 2, 2007, making her first visit to the child 20 days later. Baby P’s mother reassured her that she was “back on track” and insisted that the child should not be on the at-risk register. When Ms Ward spotted bruising on the child’s face the mother told her that he had squabbled with an older child. Four days before Baby P died Ms Ward, above, found the child sitting in his pushchair with chocolate all over his face and hands. The Old Bailey heard that the chocolate was to cover up the bruises. Ms Ward said she had been content to leave the boy with his mother because she appeared to be co-operative and properly supported. She is believed still to work at Haringey Council

Sharon Shoesmith

Director of Haringey’s Children and Young People’s Service since April 2005 after two years as the director of education. She was previously one of Her Majesty’s Inspectors, inspecting both schools and education authorities. She has refused to apologise or resign over Baby P’s death, instead blaming legal advice received a week before the baby’s death for him not being taken into care. Ms Shoesmith, below, chaired the Serious Case Review. She claims that her role was as a “facilitator” and the report was independent

Paulette Thomas

Health visitor who saw the boy only four times in six months because the mother cancelled four appointments with her. She completed a one-year check and reported “no concerns”

Gilly Christou

A team manager at Haringey Social Services, she reported in March that the baby “appears to have a high pain threshold”. She said: “It is concerning he does not seem to react to danger or pain. Only his mother can stop him, he does not seem to stop himself”

How are you feeling right now?

The reason for the title Death Sentence doesn’t only refer to the poor innocent child. The female who brought him into the world (for there can be no way she should be called mother or parent) and partner should also face the same indignities as P. 

Every one of the above mentioned so called professionals should at the very least lose their jobs, and in my opinion spend a long time at her majestys pleasure, for they are as responsible for the murder of the baby as the female and partner.  

Just as worrying is the fact that the same council have been just as negligent in the past. I am also aware of my own local council having done the same in past. Until these people be held accountable for their actions these horror stories will continue to occur. While they blame the parents for what they’ve done, they gloss over their own so called professional judgements.

I was there

Thanks to the generosity of my uncle and cousin (Simon & Matthew) I was given a ticket for the Wales v Aussie game.  I’ve been quoting Max Boyce ever since. The final score 21-18 to Wales. The skill of the first half was only outdone by the tension of the second.

I missed the Anthems due to work but as I walked along riverside as fast as I could I could hear it ringing out. I’ve never been outside the stadium wjile the anthems are being sung and a warm feeling came over me as I rushed to get to the stadium. My timing was impeccable because I got to my seat I was greeted with this spectacular try.

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I wouldn’t have been a 2008 autumn international without the obligatory interception try, although this was an interception of a different kind. The second try was class in a different way, with some superb angles of running.

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Overall it wasn’t too bad  a series. Wales should have beaten the Boks, beat Canada (just), led for 40 mins against the All Blacks in what was the best response to a Haka I have ever seen. Yesterdays game could be the coming of age of this welsh team and will hopefully lead the regions and WRU to work together for the benefit of welsh rugby and help with the future of the game at grass roots level.

New Training Plan

Well here it is one of the main reasons for me having this site is to measure my progress in the strength stakes. So once a month I’ll update on how much I improve

 

Back / Biceps
Sets Reps Weight
Dead-lifts 5 5 50kg
Lat Pull-down 3 10 49kg
Ball Pulley Row 3 10 16.25kg
Bent Over DB Pull 3 10 15kg
Hammer Strength Shrugs 4 10 10kg
EZ Bar Curls Bosu Ball 4 10 10kg
Chest / Shoulders / Triceps
Sets Reps Weight
Barbell Bench Press 3 10 60kg
Seated Swiss Ball DB Shoulder Press 3 10 10kg
Incline Chest Press Machine 3 10 28kg
Pec Fly Machine 3 10 42kg
Cable Cross 3 12 20kg
Lateral Raises Bosu Ball 3 12 5kg
Tricep V-Bar Pushdown 3 12 40kg
Legs / Core
Sets Reps Weight
Barbell Squat 3 10 60kg
Stiff Legged Deadlift 3 10 30kg
Leg Extensions 3 12 56kg
Standing Calf Raise 3 12 52kg
AB Crunches on Swis Ball 3 10 Body Weight
Plank On One Leg 3 30 secs

More tellingly perhaps I’ll put a few body part measurements on here as well (that’s not what I meant and you know it)

Politically Incorrect

That last post reminded me of something that’s been on my mind for ages.

I often see on political shows how we need more more women, more ethnic minorities as MPs, to the extent where men are not even put forward for the position. This may be my simplistic view on the world, but surely we need the best people for the job whether they be black, white, green with blue spots, men, women or transvestite.

So why do the political parties insist on ramming these inequallites down our throats.

While I’m on the subject I get the impression that people only go into politics to help themselves and not others, which it should be. Perhaps their wages should be set in line with nurses who definitely don’t go into it for money.

Or maybe I’m just down with politics and politicians at the moment

Oh say can you see? Yes everywhere

The Presidential campaign has really got on my nerves.

Is it really going to change my life? No. It’s getting more coverage then our own election would, but then perhaps it’s because billions of dollars are being thrown about like confetti. You wouldn’t think their country is on the verge of financial breakdown.

Is it one of those moments where you’ll say in years to come I remember where I was and what I was doing?

The simple answer is NO. There are no firsts here in the greater scheme of things. There has already been a female leader of a country (UK, Ireland and New Zealand to name a few) so what’s the big deal?

A black leader of a country? I think you’ll find Africa has loads (yes I know I’m being flippant)

It all leaves me wondering when we’ll become the 51st state

A wedding to remember

Last Monday I went to a wedding in the beautiful setting of Clearwell Castle in the Forest of Dean.

The wedding was just like any other but a little less fuddy duddy

The thing that sticks out though was the arrival of the first course. Halfway through the head waiter (Italian) decided to interrupt proceedings asking if a young lady had lost her handbag. After not finding said lady he then goes on to say he has a bet with the father of the bride and breaks into a chorus of some operatic piece and goes off after winning his bet.

Towards the end of the main course another waiter (French) comes out and says he has also taken bet from from a member of the  party, and gives a full rendition of another operatic classic. The head waiter then comes out and starts giving the waiter a right old rollicking. The waiter being a feisty sort gives as good as he gets then they start arguing about which nation has more passion and start having an operatic sing off.

They then go off and saying the English language is a beautiful one and just as they are about to break onto an English speaking song, from behind another waiter appears (English) and steals the thunder.

I’ve tried downloading it from my own files so you to can enjoy the memorable experience but my limited knowledge of what I’m doing won’t allow me. So here is their official online advert.

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Still moaning (only later)

Hi peeps

Haven’t been around for a couple of days, plenty to moan about though, just not enough time to note it all down just yet.

OPEC will have a hiding as will the WRU and Regions  but all will have to wait until the end of the month as it’s non stop in work

How to influence and motivate people

How is it done?

What I don’t understand is how in a target driven business with the opportunity to earn large amounts of bonus some people don’t want to do what it takes.

Is there something I’m not doing to motivate the team in the right way? Or are some people not interested in doing the job they’re paid to do?

Any advice would be grateful.

Even if the advice is to not worry about and sleep soundly at night.

By the way, the bonus is 8% a month of the annual salary, plus 4% once a year for doing the job correctly for those maths boffins out there it totals 100% a year. Who wouldn’t want to double their salary?

Happy Birthday

The Place: The Church Inn, Mynyddislwyn

The build up was stressful as I’ve known. A certain person trying to pretend she was organising it making it more hard work for Kath and me.

In the end everyone we wanted turned up (including a few we didn’t). The bus turned up late, but after the day we’d had we somehow knew that it was always going to be the case.

The Church served all 31 people with minimum fuss and everybody got what they ordered which was a feat in itself. The quality of the food was superb as was the quantity (loving both)

One of the highlights of the night was Mark Wilkie falling down a flight of steps (this seemed to sober him up somewhat) As I said the night was a good one, but one thing for sure is we won’t be organising in the future. Or if we do we won’t be telling the interferer.

Kath and me got a lovely cake specially made from a local shop and one I’d highly recommend. Finishing Touches in Ystrad Mynach

 

Ooo Argh

After having a week off training last week as my back gave way I decided to start back this week.

So Wednesday I did a session on the weights which helped me get back into it. Seeing as it was my back that stopped me I thought I’d better start doing something to sort it out long term.

So I found a class called Complete Core Conditioning. It lasted 45 minutes and nearly killed me. It wasn’t a class to get a sweat on, but I’ve found out how weak my core is. Yesterday morning I had trouble walking and today is only fractionally better. The pain isn’t one of those bad pains but it’s a pain that lets me know I’ve worked the right muscles and next time will be better. The instructors initial goal is to get everybody in the class to stand on a swiss ball and perform a squat. :o

I was hoping to workout again today but I’m aching so much I think I’ll have to wait until tomorrow. The core conditioning is twice a week so hopfully will improve drastically in a short space of time, and before I know it I’ll be back spinning and running :)