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Friday, 24 November 2017



                       Beware the Gatekeepers, including people and organizations who say that they are seeking reform, but in reality protect the Establishment against good reforms.In my experience, I include most Scottish mental health charities, the Scottish Mental Health Commission, and



                   I also, quite surprisingly include large sections of Amnesty International.

                  Within any particular organization with otherwise outstanding credentials there may be one or two wily Gatekeepers, who sometimes infiltrate from less credible organizations or splinter groups,who try to control their colleagues in less positive ways. It is therefore essential to make all decisions as democratically as possible. In Edinburgh, I am particular scared by members of the so-called 'Magic Circle' of corrupt lawyers and politicians,  by some elements of the Freemasons, and by the upper hierarchies of our hymn-singing Churches.

           When reaching decisions within a group, it is usually possible to REACH A CONSENSUS if all members of the group have commonality of purposes. If the group is heterogeneous, for example if there are a couple of lurking closet gatekeepers in the group, then the decision making process can become quite distorted

           I would describe many people working on behalf of the United Nations as Gatekeepers, just as one example in their statistical assessment of poverty programs, which go beyond belief in achieving extremely little for poor and vulnerable people despite their nobly expressed aspirations: In the following talk, the speaker did not quote a single numerical Statistic as an outcome, even though the internationally acclaimed program started two years ago! I fell asleep during the strange self-congratulatory procrastinations, but was assured that I hadn't missed anything..

Tuesday 7 Nov 2017, Monitoring the World - the sustainable development goals and what they mean to statisticians.
Venue: ICMS
Address: 15 South College Street, Edinburgh, EH8 9AA
Date: Tue 7 Nov
Time: Tea & coffee 17:30; talk between 18:00-19:00 
Speaker: Phil Crook 
Affiliation: The secretary of the RSS International Development Section and a consultant development statistician

Abstract: In September 2015 the United Nations General Assembly adopted seventeen aspirational "Global Goals”, stretching from “No Poverty” and “Zero Hunger” through “Gender Equality” and “Decent work” to “Climate Action” and “Peace, Justice and Strong institutions”.
The goals are associated with 169 targets and 241 global indicators and the annual report on progress towards the targets will cover every country, developed as well as developing. Data disaggregation to ensure that no-one is left behind will be a key feature of reporting. Experience in the UK and globally shows that targets and indicators such as these can have profound effects.
The talk will cover the process and politics leading up to global goals, the experience with the Millennium Development Goals which preceded the SDGs, and then the SDGs themselves and the statistical challenges and opportunities they are throwing up.

Saturday, 18 November 2017


                                 TOM LEONARD AND FRIENDS CHRISTMAS NEWS 2017
                                    AND INVITATION TO 70th BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION

***As of 10th December 2017 I am convalescing at home with an injured leg following eight days in the Western General My friend Penny is also recovering from a bout of ill health. I was visited in hospital by Scott, Julie, James. Lindsay. and three friendly Quakers., and I am indebted to Dr.Michael McKenzie for his outstanding treatment and kindness. I would particularly like to thank Scott for handling the situation****


I will be celebrating my 70th birthday on 24th March 2018 in Vittoria Restaurant on Brunswick Street, Edinburgh, with my co-hosts Scott, Julie. Penny and James. Would any local or international friends, or surviving pockets of relatives, interested in receiving an invitation to my party and dinner (6pm-12pm) please e-mail me on and we will send you a formal invitation. Anyone wishing to visit Edinburgh for the weekend might wish to stay in the Courtyard Marriott Hotel at the top of Leith Walk

 During the year I have totally rebuilt my life following a great deal of my usual sorts of drama after a classic episode with my Toureg-Volkswagen, and I spend most of my time writing and on social media. I attend meetings of the Open Book reading group in the Botanic Cottage, the Edinburgh Writers Club, the South Edinburgh Quakers and the Edinburgh Section of the Royal Statistical Society. I still visit East Lothian and the Borders two or three times a month, with Penny who lives in Dirleton. My mental health campaign is about to enter its sixth year, with the help of my friend James Carter. See for example my Mental Health Discussions Edinburgh Facebook Page. My short story Joe's Mole, which I wrote in late 2011 has recently been widely read around social media:

During late July I attended the week long annual Quakers Meeting on the University of Warwick Campus, a nostalgic return to the campus after 38 years. I also visited the Queen's Castle Inn, near my former house in Kenilworth for a nostalgic dinner with a statistical colleague. The Quakers were wonderful people with important social messages who had extended their notion of all inclusivity into their political structures and individual families. People of disability and all orientations and genders were made particularly welcome, as should befit  EVERY family in Britain.


Early in July, Penny and I visited County Durham, and stayed in Hardwick Hall near Sedgefield. On the way back we visited Durham,  including the Cathedral

My long-term flatmate Scott is writing a scholarly 'Radical History of Edinburgh and the Lothians' (1880-1936)' and he is currently investigating the influences of the Boer War on the creation of the Welfare State. Scott is also completing lots of invaluable social advocacy work in Edinburgh, and visits other cities to talk about these issues,

During the year I completed my fourth novel since 2012 (three now self-published and another left unpublished), with the help of James Carter, a well-published poet with scholarly credentials from Oxford

The latest novel  'Reborn on Soutra'  is humorous, Pythonesque historical fiction set in Scotland, York, France and America during the fifteenth century. It may be accessed free of charge on my blog:

This novel is written in a unique highly humorous and slightly Chaucerian style, and life in the Middle Ages is parodied in a Pythonesque and at times surreal fashion with some serious social messages intended for the present. The Scottish knight Sir Richard de Liddell visits the medieval hospitals on Soutra Hill on a regular basis to deliver herbal remedies from his garden on Calton Hill in Edinburgh. He is forced to seek sanctuary on the Soutra during 1436. He returns to Edinburgh in1462, as Le Chevalier Duncan Le Cottier, after a quarter-century of intrigue in York, France, and Patowmeck (in North America), during England's 100 years war with France and the subsequent dynastic struggles between the Yorkists and Lancastrians in England. 

                 A sequel 'Children of Soutra' is in preparation, and a Soutra trilogy is planned.


        Tom with his literary advisors James L.S. Carter, Scott, and Julie, 

         in the Goblin Ha' Inn, Gifford, East Lothian

Thursday, 26 October 2017



In my 2012 self-published novel In the Shadows of Calton Hill I satirised my attempts, since the year 2000 to confront suspicions of child abuse on the outer fringes of the LGBT Community in Edinburgh. It is dangerous to express ones suspicions too explicitly because of the potential toxic reactions, which appear to come from above, as indeed I experienced myself in 2000 and 2007, and later in 2016 and 2017. I have now left the LGBT community partly because of my well circulated perceptions of this fringe scenario which seems to be linked to the still ongoing 'Magic Circle' of corrupt lawyers and politicians and a more established secretive organization which used to haunt the New Town bar and I no longer attend a hymn singing Church.

I have recently been advised by a highly respectable person in the know that there is a history of child abuse in Churches of all denominations, whether or not the officially approved 'safeguards' have been enacted. The Roman Catholic Church is, in my opinion, at its higher level a criminal organization which by and large seeks to protect the rampant paedophilia in its midst. However, the Church of Scotland has recently also come into scrutiny.

After my adventures with the Piskies, I was briefly a member of the Church of Scotland during 2016. Please see ON CHILD ABUSE IN THE CHURCH OF SCOTLAND

Tuesday, 10 October 2017

JOE'S MOLE (an anecdote concerning the perils of Epilim Chrono)


This short story was written during late 2011 and is largely based on the author's own experiences. While his skin cancer has not recurred, he currently suffers from the following side effects: Type 2 diabetes, lymphodema with chronic venal insufficiency, mild tardive dyskinesia, difficulty walking. When hospitalised during 2016 he narrowly survived an arguably medically related bout of cellulitus, His cognition improved greatly when he stopped taking his Epilim (for misdiagnosed bipolar disorder) in October 2011, and he has not taken any toxic psych meds since. He believes that the clinical psychiatrists seriously maltreated him by keeping him in a biochemical straightjacket from 2000 to 2011 at which point he fell into several months of extreme sleepiness upon which he seems to have been largely deserted by his GP.

JOE'S MOLE by Thomas Hoskyns Leonard

The tiny mole on Joe's wrist suddenly expanded and began to change shape.
What miraculous production of nature is this? pondered the part-time plumber. It's like a tiny seashell on a pebbly beach. Our gods move in such wonderfully comical ways. A thing of beauty is a joy forever. May the nightingale's sing! I'll joke about the mole creeping into my armpit during my next comedy act on Berkeley Square.
When did that mole appear?” asked Dr. Fearsome, a quizzical gentleman with a predatory, wolf-like mouth, having decided to take a blood sample from Joe's forearm, just in case he suffered, by sheer chance, from some mysterious condition.
I only noticed it recently,” replied Joe, through his brain fog. “I'm more concerned about my haemorrhoids.”
Maybe the Epilim has got to his enzymes sooner than anticipated, pondered the GP, sniggering behind his mask, but that's not my responsibility. It's the shrink's. And I can't be arsked to check him out for diabetes until I really have to.
The GP licked his lips. “It's extremely unlikely to be harmful, but I'll make an appointment for you with the Skin Clinic, just in case.
Joe googled ‘malignant mole’ on his kleptomaniac sister’s laptop, the one she'd snatched during a riot in the St. Teresa Centre along with several pairs of lace knickers. He learnt to his dismay that suddenly appearing, shape-shifting moles often conceal melanomas, a form of cancer that could prove fatal when allowed to spread. Moreover, itching and hurting were two of the main symptoms.
Joe’s mole certainly itched, and when he pressed it hurt.
I’m under attack,” he shrieked, as two moths whizzed by his ear and disappeared into the carpet under the sofa.
      A malignant mole could spread further deadly cancer inside my body, realised Joe. During the history of humankind, our supposedly worthy God has struck down millions of his own creations in their prime, in this and other equally cruel and undeserved ways. So what is Heaven?  Perhaps it is separation, in the Holy Spirit, from our cynical Creator.
      But how will I actually die? wondered Joe. He remembered the nightmare that had recurred night after night after his early retirement from B&Q. Lying penniless and starving on Balfour St with spiders crawling over his face; the dogs coming to eat him up; Officer Feisty Ginger Beard yelling, “And then I’ll surround your grave with flowers, you big, fat, lazy slob.”
      Yes, perhaps dogs would really come and eat him up.
How stupid, surmised Joe, I will die an artist.
      “I’ve got two moles on my nose, Uncle Joe,” said Griselda, “Are they pretty?”
       “They’re just big freckles, you silly girl,” said Joe. “Though they look rather like the moles on your cheeks.”
      A fortnight later, Joe visited the Dermatology Department in the Gumbleston Building, a decaying concrete block that survived the rest of the old University hospital in the City Centre, which had been converted into an empty shopping mall. He ascended to the fourth floor in an archaic slowly moving elevator, and finally discovered the Skin Clinic at the end of a barren corridor, beyond a sign directing red pox patients down a specially concealed stairwell to the basement.
      Professor Jasmine Juniper, a kindly school-marmish woman, peered through her magnifying glass. “Now that's an interesting mole. When did it appear?”
     “Heaven only knows,” stuttered Joe, swatting a fly on his arm, “but it’s been changing shape. It could be alive. Is it lymphoma?”
      “No,” said Professor Juniper, with a learned look and a gleam in her eye. “It's in all likelihood just an awkward mole, but it could be a melanoma though only with the minutest of teeny weeny probabilities. It might be worth taking a sample this afternoon. Dr. Hazel Hashworthy and her team will be in the Dissection Room if you would like to hang around until five. You won’t feel a thing.”
      The professor glanced at a picture of her rakish husband and four plain children, and smiled grimly.Perfect! Now please take off your clothes so that I can examine all your moles. Wow! Goodness me! What unusual dimples.”
      Joe gulped when Dr. Hashworthy smiled and injected his forearm with local anaesthetic.
The elderly patients sometimes faint now, if not later,” declared a rumbustious nurse, with a chortle, as she turned up the sound on Radio Five Live.
       Several minutes later Dr. Hashworthy declared, “Sample One at the ready”, and Joe was aghast to see her lifting a mass of gooey flesh, presumably including the mole, from his forearm and onto a tray.
     “Don’t look now,” chuckled the nurse.
      After taking a further messy sample, Hazel Hashworthy stitched up the two inch wound.
      “That’s neat isn’t it?” said the nurse, clutching her wobbling belly. “You’re lucky that your skin isn’t old and wrinkled. Now it’ll be best not to worry at all until you’ve heard the results of the biopsy.”
      Two weeks later, Joe felt calm when he arrived in the Skin Clinic, but he became  quite agitated when he was required to wait for over an hour while Professor Juniper rushed gleefully around all over the place. However, she eventually reappeared after an amusing frolic in the Dissection Room, and advised him that, “Our tests show that there was a very, very, very, very, small amount of melanoma under your mole. So we’re going to take off another very, very, very thin layer of skin, just to make sure.”
      Joe felt more and more somnolent as three weeks past slowly by. When he visited the Dissection Room for a second time, the surgeon was Dr. Derek Underling, a benign looking gentleman with a round face and receding ginger hair. The surgery seemed to be much less traumatic than before, and when Joe looked up, Dr. Underling was working studiously at his task and looked as if he was tuning a piano.
       After he had stitched up the wound, Dr. Underling smiled kindly and said, “Now, I needed to stretch your remaining skin more than usual to cover the flesh. So it looks, for the moment at least, as if a dog has taken a bite out of your arm.”
      Joe stared in horror at the injury, and surmised that similar ‘dog bites’ could appear all over his body should cancerous moles recur. He thought that he felt spiders creeping up his neck and tried to slap them away with his left hand, only to see an apparition of Officer Feisty Ginger Beard standing at the foot of his couch.
      “You won’t be eating me up, Officer,” he shrieked. “I’ll try chemotherapy first.”
     “That rarely works,” said Dr. Underling, with a grin.
Within a couple of days, Joe fell into lengthy periods of deep Epilim-induced sleep, and all his friends and relatives, and even his church elders, seemed to have deserted him. 
     "If you stop taking your Epilim then you;ll only become manic again!" shrieked CPN    ,
Sinead O'Seamus, "and Dr. Chipmunk will have to put you on carbamazine.".

Eight weeks later, a couple of worn-out social workers found Joe floundering on his bed covered in lice. They sent him, raving, to the Royal Wessex in Eveningside where he was turned over by two hefty rugby-playing orderlies and coshed with clopixol. He died, quite mercifully, from the heart palpitations.


Friday, 29 September 2017



                                                           HUNGARIAN RISING 

A history of the Hungarian uprising of 1956, published as a special supplement of Anarchist Worker on the 20th anniversary in 1976
IT IS NOT out of love for nostalgia that we are commemorating the 1956 Hungarian uprising. Hungary '56 was a prime example of the working class itself reaching for power: doubly significant, it took place in one of the mythical 'workers' states'.
It showed for many, throughout the world, a new alternative to the capitalism vs Soviet communism - read state capitalism - polarisation and it galvanised movements towards genuine revolutionary politics.
When the Soviet Army swept into Eastern Europe towards the end of the Second World War, they did not, in fact, liberate the workers and peasants. The same system as before continued to exist, ' with Stalin giving backing to the reactionary governments. In Bulgaria, Colonel Georgiev, who now had the backing of the Communists, and who had in 1934 attacked strikers, killing some, and called striking workers 'fascists'.
Some striking coalminers were labelled 'anarchists' and 'fascists' and imprisoned. Earlier, the Russian military and their Bulgarian stooges dismantled the workers' militias that had been created, and the soldiers' councils that had emerged inside the army. Party members who objected were told by Molotov, "if certain Communists continue their present conduct, we will bring them to reason. Bulgaria will remain with her democratic government and her present order.... you must retain all valuable army officers from before the coup d'État. You should reinstate in the service all officers who have been dismissed for various reasons."

                                                             HISTORICAL LEARNING SITE                                                                                         

Sunday, 17 September 2017






                                                 DAS illla Lied (WIKI)

The Lavender Song

What makes them think have the right
To say what God considers vice?
What makes them think have the right
To keep us out of Paradise?
They make our lives hell here on earth
Poisoning us with guilt and shame
If we resist, prison awaits
So our love dares not speak its name
The crime is when love must hide
From now on we'll love with pride!

We're not afraid to be queer and different
If that means hell, well hell we'll take the chance
They're all so straight, uptight, upright and rigid
They march in lock-step, we prefer to dance
We see a world of romance and of pleasure
All they can see is sheer banality
Lavender nights our greatest treasure
Where we can be just who we want to be.

Round us all up, send us away
That's what you'd really like to do
But we're too strong, proud, unafraid
In fact we almost pity you
You act from fear, why should that be?
What is it that you're frightened of?
The way that we dress? The way that we meet?
The fact that you cannot destroy our love?
We're going to win our rights to lavender days and nights!

We're not afraid to be queer and different
If that means hell, well hell we'll take the chance
They're all so straight, uptight, upright and rigid
They march in lock-step, we prefer to dance
We see a world of romance and of pleasure
All they can see is sheer banality
Lavender nights our greatest treasure
Where we can be just who we want to be.
Lavender nights our greatest treasure
Where we can be just who we want to be.



                                                        PANSY CRAZE    (Article in Guardian)

                                                        THE LAVENDER SONG (1921)

Mischa Spoliansky and Kurt Schwabach Then we have fought for equal rights, we suffer no more, but have suffered! One of the first Homosexual Songs (?) Was will man nur? Ist das Kultur daß jeder Mensch verpönt ist, der klug und gut, jedoch mit Blut von eig'ner Art durchströmt ist, daß g'rade die Kategorie vor dem Gesetz verbannt ist, die im Gefühl bei Lust und Spiel und in der Art verwandt ist? Und dennoch sind die Meisten stolz, daß sie von ander'm Holz! Wir sind nun einmal anders als die Andern, die nur im Gleichschritt der Moral geliebt, neugierig erst durch tausend Wunder wandern, und für die's doch nur das Banale gibt. Wir aber wissen nicht, wie das Gefühl ist, denn wir sind alle and'rer Welten Kind, wir lieben nur die lila Nacht, die schwül ist, weil wir ja anders als die Andern sind. Wozu die Qual, uns die Moral der Andern aufzudrängen? Wir, hört geschwind, sind wie wir sind, selbst wollte man uns hängen. Wer aber denkt, daß man uns hängt, den mßte man beweinen, doch bald, gebt acht, wird über Nacht auch uns're Sonne scheinen. Dann haben wir das gleiche Recht erstritten, wir leiden nicht mehr, sondern sind gelitten!

                                               ENGLISH VERSION (VIDEO AND LYRICS)

The roots of the Pansy Craze stretch back decades, at least as far as the first of New York’s infamous masquerade balls, held in Harlem in 1869. The city already had a number of gay-friendly bars, including Pfaff’s Beer Cellar (favoured by Walt Whitman) and the Slide, which Joseph Pulitzer’s New York Evening World labelled “morally the lowest in New York, Paris, London or Berlin”. But the popularity of these drag (or fag) balls was such that by the 1920s, as many as 7,000 people of all colours and classes were attending. Prizes were awarded for the best costumes and Malin was often among the prizewinners.
The 1920s also saw an increase in the number of bohemian enclaves in rundown areas, such as New York’s Greenwich Village. Painters, poets and performers were lured by the cheap rents and by an increasingly wild and lawless lifestyle. Prohibition had given birth to a black market for booze and a bustling underground scene, where bright young things slumming it in mob-run nightspots developed a taste for camp, cutting repartee.

Like New York, Berlin’s regular drag balls made it a popular destination for LGBT tourists. Yet many regarded this tolerance as a sign of the country’s decadence, and Hitler’s rise to power saw countless bars, clubs and cafes closed. Nazi stormtroopers tore the heart out of Berlin’s cabaret scene, arresting anyone deemed entartete: degenerate. Max Hansen, who recorded War’n Sie Schon Mal In Mich Verliebt?(Weren’t You Ever In Love With Me?), in which a drunk Hitler made passes at a Jewish man, had to make a quick exit from Germany, and other cabaret stars either followed or went back into the closet. Willy Rosen, Max Ehrlich and Kurt Gerron (the star of Weill and Brecht’s Threepenny Opera) all died in Auschwitz. The bawdy, openly gay Paul O’Montis died in the Sachsenhausen camp, just 25 miles north of the stages he once commanded. “At the time of their creation, these songs were kind of shocking and anarchic,” adds Lemper. “Today, nothing can shock any more but these songs can still entertain and provoke.

Sunday, 3 September 2017

BINGO---A Much Neglected Bayesian Computer Package



During the 1980s. Professor Ewart Shaw, while still at Nottingham University, developed Bayes Four and BINGO, two seminal computer packages for highly accurate approximate Bayesian Inference, which extended the 1982 approach by Naylor and Smith, His approach effectively solved Bayesian inference for a very wide range of sampling models.

        However, during the 1990s, Bayesians went MCMC crazy  and Ewart's highly effective packages seem to have been large neglected in favour of paradigms which were often inferior, because of the very problematic convergence difficulties with MCMC

       In my opinion BINGO is still largely the state of the art and Ewart has not received enough credit for his pioneering packages

Here is what Ewart, and Brad Carlin and Tom Louis, have to say about his methodology:

Bayesian inference I subscribe to the Bayesian view of statistics, in which all uncertainty is treated using probability. This is the natural approach to making predictions and informed decisions in the real world. I have for many years been developing practical and very general methods for realistic Bayesian statistical modelling, initially while working as part of the Nottingham University Statistics group led by Adrian F. M. Smith. I devised and implemented the multivariable function reconstruction & display,12,63,66 and the novel numerical integration methodology for > 10 dimensions in Bayes Four.64,65,77 More recently I have designed and developed a computer system called BINGO,79 an earlier version of which is well described in a standard textbook (Carlin & Louis 2000, page 361)156 as follows: 


BINGO An acronym for Bayesian Inference—Numerical, Graphical and Other stuff, this program is an extended version of Bayes Four, developed by Prof. Ewart Shaw at Warwick University. Built for portable APL workspaces, an initial version is available at BINGO features a “multi-kernel” version of the Naylor and Smith (1982) algorithm, highly efficient (“designed”) numerical integration rules, device-independent graphics, and facilities for other approaches. The user must apply APL code for the likelihood and so on, similar to Bayes Four. Other facilities include built-in reparametrizations, Monte Carlo importance sampling and the Metropolis-Hastings algorithm, quasirandom sequences, Laplace approximations, function maximization, APLTEX, and the compact device-independent graphics language WGL (Warwick Graphics Language, pronounced “wiggle”). (3) Computation & numerical methods 

The practical importance of realistic statistical modelling has prompted my research into high-dimensional numerical integration and into approximating & summarising high-dimensional functions,2,12,16,19,26,38–42,60, 63–69,71,75 and hence into quasirandom sequences,2,18,19,70,72 computer algebra,39,84,86,101 and the interlinked areas of coding theory, combinatorial designs, lattices, sphere-packing, symmetry & distance-regular graphs.26,39,83,96,97,99,100 

Here is an excerpt from my (Tom's) Personal History of Bayesian Statistics:

    Sir Adrian’s influence across the discipline was by the mid-1990s becoming enormous. After assuming a number of important leadership roles, he is currently Vice-Chancellor of London University, and also deputy head of the U.K. Statistics Authority. Adrian has supervised 41 successful Bayesian Ph.D. students altogether, most of whom have gone on to achieve greater heights. They include Michael Goldstein, Uri Makov, Allan Skene, Lawrence Pettit, John Naylor, Ewart Shaw, Susan Hills, Nick Polson, David Spiegelhalter and Mike West, a phenomenal achievement. Both John Naylor and Ewart Shaw provided Adrian with remarkably sound computing expertise during the 1980s and before Bayesian MCMC came into vogue. They, for example, developed a computer package known as Bayes 4 which employed some reassuringly convincing, algebraically expressed, approximate Bayesian techniques. Bayes 4 has recently been incorporated into Ewart Shaw’s larger package BINGO. Maybe Sir Adrian should be regarded as the Sir Isaac Newton of modern Bayesian Statistics.

Friday, 1 September 2017

HIPSTERISM: A physical side effect of Capitalism


Monday, 21 August 2017





    Dear Colleagues,

          This afternoon I met The Rev Ian Gilmour of this COS church of which I was formerly a member (for under a year), He gave unsatisfactory responses regarding the suspicions which led me to promptly leave the Church in about November 2016, This was immediately after my Sunday morning spiritual discussion meeting,. as a self-declared member of the LGBT community, with three longtime elders: Alison Campbell (who would make an excellent witness, but left early), ***** and *****.

      Alison set out at the beginning of the meeting to tell me about the bad things in the Church. She for example advised me of historical bullying in the Church some ten or more years previously while Andrew McLachlan was minister, and she seemed to concur with my perception that children were currently being brainwashed in the Church (by the same people perhaps).

     After Alison left I got into an argument with **** regarding her perception that 'the Dunblane murderer should be forgiven. During the course of the discussion she asserted to the effect that 'Many people can't tell the difference between gays and paedophiles'. This is one of the worst pieces of homophobia. I have ever had to put up with, particularly in a supposedly all-accepting church.

    During the subsequent discussion, ***** came strongly to the defence of paedophiles and claimed that his Kirk Session had previously decided to welcome paedophiles and gay people into the Church,

   During the subsequent e-mail correspondence, the Rev Gilmour admitted that his church did not refer to any of the standard procedures for protecting children from paedophiles, but refused to consider introducing any such officially approved procedures

   I am consequently extremely concerned for the safety of the Children in Sunday School. who are exposed to the adult congregation for long periods, and frequently indoctrinated at the altar, I am, also concerned for the safety of the sullen looking members of the Boys Brigade which is run by Andrew McLachlan, who sometimes attend the services.

    Rev Gilmour presumably lied to me today when he denied that there were any historical suspicions of child abuse in the Church of Scotland, You might wish to interview Rev Gilmour, Alison Campbell (who is a very nice, reliable lady), ***** and  *****on these matters.

     I hope this is helpful.

            Yours sincerely.

                                  Tom Leonard

Ewart Shaw "...knows of no suspicions of historical child abuse...". 
Saying "knows of", "suspicions", "historical"... flags that, whatever the full truth may be, the person has no interest whatever in discovering it.

August 24 at 8:17pm
Thomas Leonard too true, and this guy's blatantly ignoring the truth about the danger, which is well known to his senior elders.

August 24 at 8:35pm

Clayton James Johnson As you are fully aware, this is an existential situation that is far beyond words. For some, this is also related to trauma. In the Church, some are no doubt sensitive to the realities of this situation. If I were to try and muster up a "clinical term" for those who have expressed insensitivity towards these situations, I would identify them as authoritarian personalities who are unaware of their own contradictions, even when they are politely or poignantly pointed out to them.


I understand that while the Church of Scotland screens Sunday school 

teachers, few of their Churches take sufficient measures to protect their 

children from predators in their congregations. This blog post is part of my
 potentially effective campaign to encourage them to adopt a more 

sensible approach particularly when the elders of a Church say that 

paedophiles are welcome into their congregation, In some supposedly 

accepting churches harsh homophobia still occasionally occurs in relation to 

LGBT people who follow the rule of law. This can lead to a curious mix---

permissiveness towards paedophiles combined with continuing insecurity

 for respectable members of the LGBT community, It has to be 

experienced to be believed,

Thomas Leonard shared a link.
The Rev Ian Gilmour of the Church of Scotland this afternoon advised me that he knows of no suspicions of historical child abuse in the Church of Scotland. That's nice to know (I'm being sarcastic of course!)
Sun 20th August:
Following helpful discussions today with several people in the know, I am reluctant to speak out too much more on social media regarding child abuse because of the toxic reactions by paedophiles when they feel under threat.(ADDED LATER: Over the years I have experienced three seriously toxic reactions while trying to confront paedophilia in the LGBT community and in an Edinburgh church of another denomination)

The first hearing of the Scottish Child Abuse Inquiry has taken place in Edinburgh.

Zoe Greener
Zoe Greener Sorry but I think for someone to say there is no suspicion of child abuse in any church or organisation is just wrong. The fact is child abuse comes in many forms both mental and physical, and to say that it has never happened in an organisation is I feel just adding to the abuse.
Thomas Leonard I totally agree!
Thomas Leonard Edinburgh Well Being Centre is not to be recommended either! See on-line reviews.
Thomas Leonard Rev Ian Gilmour (second from right) advised me last year to the effect that his COS Church did not employ any of the officially approved procedures for protecting children against paedophiles and that he did not intend to change his policy. This was after amazing revelations to me by a group of church elders,

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