I was not nonced by Lord MacAlpine or Jimmy Savile...

 I was not nonced by Lord MacAlpine or Jimmy Savile...

I was not nonced by Lord MacAlpine. But instead by others. For example, by Ian Metcalf the Housemaster at Glen Frith Hall, Glenfield, Leics. He was also a scout master, and the other two scout masters were also paedophiles. He bought his favourite a Honda 50 motorcycle on his 16th birthday. We would leave Barnardo's at 16. As I was deemed too immature I went to a Barnardo's After Care hostel. The housemaster also abused me. When I ran away to Scarborough I was abused by a DJ (not Jimmy Savile). When the police took me back to the Home, I told the housemater about the DJ but he did not report it (perhaps he thought I might report him?). The Head of After Care at Barnardo's in Barkingside, Essex, Roy Clough, was also a paedophile.

Once I ran away to London and was watching all the flashing neon signs in Picadilly Circus. Talk about flies around shit...

I met a young man and it was whilst we did a walkabout that a Members Club caught fire in the West End and the police guided the MPs and Lords, etc, with their little "nephews and nieces" to safety.

One night I was picked up by an elderly man in a maroon coloured Armstrong Sidley, and a Dixon of Dock Green-like copper bent down and looked into the car and touched his helmet in a salute and said "Evening Sir". In his flat I noticed letterheads in green ink with the portcullis. For years I thought he was a Liberal until I discovered that all parties in the Commons have green ink and in the Lords it's red ink.

What hurt me the most was that the police always took me back to be abused again, and again...

Update: PS I forgot to mention that the housemaster in the aftercare hostel was a member of the Conservative Club. It tended to be when he came back with a skinfull that he wanted sexual gratification. His wife was the housemistress.