“Tony” is a pseudonym chosen by this blog. He did not ask for a pseudonym but I suggested it.
In a few days I will do a post updating the previous information on Trevor Lloyd-Hughes and my analysis of the significance of this Tony’s new information.
See also 2018 Jul 1 cathy fox blog TLH 1 – Trevor Lloyd-Hughes, Met Police. Summary of Information 
“I was working as a “runner” (fancy name for tea boy) at a North London TV studio and had an interest in two way radio and was introduced to a character by the name of Mike Lewis. I met Lewis for the first time probably around 1976/7 when I was 16 or 17.
Lewis was a creepy gay guy and someone who I probably should have avoided but he too had an interest in radios and so I spoke with him. Once I got to know him a little better he told me he had some radio kit he wanted to sell and invited me over to his house in Temple Fortune near Golders Green in North London. I reluctantly went and made it clear to him that my parents knew where I was and when I should be back home.
Lewis never tried anything on with me and I was always careful. I got to his house and noticed a rather fancy looking Ford Escort RS2000 parked nearby. I noticed it because it had a fake telescoping radio antenna. This was something the under cover police used on their cars to cover for their two way police radio so casual glances at it wouldn’t show it out as a cop car.
I recognised it because my near neighbour who worked for MI-5 and had the same type of antenna on his undercover car. I looked inside the car and spotted a fake radio too. This made me suspicious but not knowing who it belonged to thought no more about it. I knocked on Lewis’s door and was invited in.
TLH’s C-11 Met police car was similar to this one above but I remember it being darker, more British Racing green. This is the same type of car though, it’s pretty fancy for a police car in those days. (Photo from the internet)
After a few minutes sitting in Lewis’s kitchen looking at his radios a guy who later identified himself as Lloyd-Hughes appeared in the doorway with a young boy. The boy looked very uncomfortable and shy and was being held by the arm by Lloyd-Hughes. I went on alert because I wondered who this guy was, who the boy was and why he had taken so long to appear. What had he been doing with the kid, knowing what Lewis’s affections were for young boys?
Lloyd-Hughes introduced himself just as “Trevor” at first and then introduced the boy as “Martin”. I distinctly remembered this as Martin is also my middle name. Being a bit nosey and forward I asked if “Trevor” had a last name and he told me it was Lloyd-Hughes. We spoke for a little longer but in all that time the boy Martin said nothing except “hello” when I greeted him. TLH then said he had to leave and they both departed Lewis’s house.
I was now feeling uncomfortable staying at Lewis’s alone and made my excuses and left. The green Ford RS2000 had gone and I correctly guessed it belonged to TLH.
Some time passed and Lewis again called me regarding the radios and said he had more that I might like. I again agreed to go to his house. On this occasion the green RS2000 was again outside and TLH was waiting inside. I asked him if it was his RS2000 and he confirmed it was. I then asked what he did for a living. TLH asked me what I “thought” he did and I replied that I thought he was either a cop or an officer of MI-5.
TLH seemed amazed that I had guessed so close and admitted he worked for Scotland Yard. At the time I think he was either a Chief Inspector or Superintendent. I asked what division he worked for and he said C-11 which I later found out was Criminal Intelligence Branch.
I knew Trevor between about 1978 and 1983/4. Moving along several months now. I found TLH a rather interesting person. I was interested in maybe joining the police myself, something my father thought was a good idea at the time, and I struck up a friendship with Trevor. At this point in time he never rang any alarm bells with me unlike Lewis who was deeply creepy.
TLH would pick me up after work and we would drive around London in his RS2000 and talk about police work. We visited several pubs in the east end of London including a place called The Blind Beggar where he told me about the Kray twins and his contact with them.
I actually hadn’t heard of the Krays or who they were but he filled in the gruesome details. At first I was fascinated by all this but as time went on I began to wonder why a senior cop would be seemingly so close to vicious gangsters like the Krays. There are some very dodgy connections there too.
At the time I thought it was a bit worrying and wanted to get out of there asap. I didn’t know the East End at all and felt very out of my depth and also that I hardly knew this guy I was with. I basically trusted him because my mother had bought me up to always trust the police. I was beginning to wonder if this was a good policy.
It turned out ok though and he described how he sat across the table from one of the twins (cannot remember who he said it was) and had a calm conversation with him. At the time I thought he was brave after what he had told me about them.
Sometime later and not on this visit he mentioned that he had helped some young guy who was associated with the Krays off an arrest. I don’t remember what it was he said the guy had done, but he’d been caught and arrested and Trevor said he’d gone to the police station where he was kept and had him released.
Trevor had some part in the eventual arrest of the Krays or at least one of them. He said one of the twins always referred to him as Mr Hughes.
Several months passed and we were still friends and I got to know a lot more about him despite being a very secretive and private person. He lived in South Mimms near Potters Bar in Hertfordshire not far from my parents. He said he was married and had children but I never got to meet any of his family. I did however once visit his house but did not go in.
He seemed to grow very fond of me which made me uncomfortable and I began to wonder if he was gay. Knowing that Lewis was of that “leaning” I wondered and decided to raise my guard a bit more. We still went on our trips around London but I was becoming suspicious of him and his motives. We often drove all over London in his unmarked police car and on a couple of occasions we drove to the Pimlico area to a place called Dolphin Court.
We went there twice or possibly three times maximum and each time he told me to stay in the car and I was never invited up (lucky escape). He said he was visiting an elderly friend and usually spent 45 mins to an hour there whilst I waited in the car reading “Police Review”. At the time I don’t think there was any suspicion about the true nature of Dolphin Court and I certainly had no knowledge of what went on there.
I had now left the original studio and had moved on to a better job within TV and knowing that he asked me if I could get hold of some very small cameras for use on a police job he was doing. I actually had an interest in the small surveillance type cameras for use on train sets and said that I could indeed help him.
TLH said he wanted to bring me “on-board” with the police as a “contractor” and he would be able to get me some pay for working for the police. I thought this would be great and might even lead to a full-time job. I supplied him with a couple of cameras and didn’t hear from him for a few days.
When he called me again he told me that he needed me to install the cameras myself. It suddenly dawned on me that surely C-11 must have their own technicians who already did this kind of thing. Why was I being asked to do this?
My suspicions were further aroused when I was taken to the house where he wanted the cameras fitted and seemed to have full access to the property which I think was in the Ealing area. The area where I fitted the cameras was in the bedroom and both faced the bed which I thought was very suspicious. He got me to hide one in a speaker and the other was in a cupboard.
As he was a fairly high ranking police officer I accepted this was official police business but I was left wondering.
He did pay me for the cameras but not as I had expected by me giving him a bill and getting a cheque from the Met, he paid me in cash. Hardly surprising if the jobs weren’t Kosher as I’m sure they weren’t now.
On the next job he wanted me to fit cameras at a gay night club called Heaven in central London. I told him I needed to see exactly where they would have to go and so he took me to the venue where something strange happened.
The place was closed to the public as it was around midday but when we got there he was spotted by another man who was very obviously gay and very obviously acquainted with Trevor and tried to talk to him. Trevor almost launched at this guy and seemed to be caught completely off guard. He told him not to speak to him, pushed him away quite violently and seemed highly embarrassed that I had seen this.
I asked Trevor what it was all about but he ignored me and told me the job had suddenly been cancelled. He took me back to my flat and I didn’t see or hear from him for several weeks. He seemed very annoyed and upset. Almost like his cover had been blown.
I don’t remember the time frame but TLH worked for a while at a place above Chalk Farm underground station that he later showed me around. It turned out to be the base for the Met police Stolen Car Squad. I always thought it was odd to be transferred from Criminal Intelligence branch to Stolen Car Squad and wondered if it was a demotion. I think he later returned to C-11 as a Commander but by then he only drove his own car which was a maroon Triumph 2.5.
This is where Trevor worked when he was at the Met’s Stolen car Squad in Chalk Farm North London. Behind the underground station is a garage where they kept all the recovered vehicles that had been previously stolen. If I remember correctly the offices they used are the ones with the windows above the station itself. I visited there once with Trevor and there was a heck of a lot of nice expensive cars. Access to the garage is from behind the underground station and to the left.
I remember Trevor once telling me about an incident at Buckingham Palace that was in the news. A guy by the name of Michael Fagan had been apprehended attempting to get in to the palace. When I spoke to Trevor about it he told me what had actually happened. According to him Fagan was a regular “guest” at the behest of Commander Michael Trestrail the Queens bodyguard. According to Trevor, Fagan was a “rent boy” and did not climb into the palace but entered with Trestrail. On this occasion he wandered off much to the alarm of Trestrail.
He was discovered in the Queens bedroom and was arrested and taken away. Trevor had some input into Fagan’s case as well when it went to court. I believe Commander Trestrail was “outed” sometime after this event took place and either resigned or was kicked out. According to Trevor the story in the press was false and concocted by him and Fagan.
I ended our friendship when Trevor attempted to get me into Mike Lewis’s house and get my clothes off. I was probably about 18 or 19. The room had many “items” of a sexual nature in, things like collar and whip and handcuffs. I just thought to myself no one is going to be putting those on me. He was very determined and only stopped when I screamed at him and threatened to call my parents old neighbour in the street who worked for MI-5.
He stopped undressing me and I left immediately and didn’t hear from him for a long time. When he eventually called me he sounded very shaken. He asked me if I had reported the incident to the police and I said no I hadn’t. He asked if I had spoken to anyone about it and I again said no and told him to stop phoning me or I would actually report him. I hung up before he could say anymore and learned a bit later that he had died.
I honestly think he was into any boys that were older than 14/15. Who knows? I guess if he found the lad attractive he’d have gone for almost any age group. He liked me, of that I am certain but I think he was careful as he knew I was chatty with my spy neighbour and wasn’t sure if I talked to him about things.
I know that several times boys who he had an interest in had been arrested by police and Trevor had arranged to “take care” of the arrest and ultimately got them released by saying they were assisting C-11 in their investigations. This may have been the case but I’d bet real money it was a lie and then the boys owed him.
I find it strange that his wife, who I assume is long dead never pinged him as gay, which in my opinion and experience with him he most certainly seemed to be. Perhaps she did know and in those days decided not to admit it due to embarrassment. I don’t know.
From the sort of things he used to do and tell me I would venture he was corrupt. I think toward the end the Met police thought so too hence the investigations. The thing is he was very, very careful not to compromise himself. Corrupt….yes absolutely. Gay…that too.
On several occasions we filled up his RS2000 police car at a garage south of the river that I discovered was used, exclusively I was told, by MI-5 The Security Service. That location has since been demolished, but these pictures show it.
We also went to a nondescript building no more than 2 or 3 stories high not far from the south side embankment somewhere between Brixton and Vauxhall bridges I think, that was also used by MI-5. I have been told it was some kind of technical development branch. He went in, I did not.
Now here is the bit you might find disturbing. The boy who I met when first introduced to Trevor, and I am absolutely sure about this, was Martin Allen.
Martin Allen went missing and as far as I know has never been found. When I first went poking around looking for information on TLH I came across all the stuff about Dolphin Court, then the Krays and then I saw the photo of Martin Allen and suddenly a lot of pieces suddenly fell into place.
I think I missed a bullet when I allowed Trevor Lloyd-Hughes to befriend me. I have a horrible feeling he might have had something to do with Martin Allen’s disappearance. When I saw Allen’s photo on the internet article my skin went cold and I suddenly realised that it could have been me!
Lloyd-Hughes had the power position within the police service. He knew and mixed with various Lords and upper echelon politicians who I later learned were implicated in the Dolphin Court scandal. He worked in the shady area of Criminal Intelligence and was to all intents and purposes untouchable.
Trevor had some connection with Sir Anthony Blunt, the Queen’s art historian. I have no knowledge of what that connection was, except that Trevor and I went to a place along Edgware Road where he went to see Blunt. It was a short meeting and he never spoke of it on the way back. He mentioned some other politicians and there was one Lord with whom he was chummy with but I cannot recall his name at the moment.
Another snippet I remembered was regarding a Porsche sports car I bought at some point prior to TLH’s death. I had bought this car from a, what turned out to be, dodgy dealership in Finchley North London. TLH somehow found out and called me. He was working at the time with Stolen Car Squad at Chalk Farm and told me that he was going to raid the place in the next few days and that my car was in fact a stolen vehicle.
He said that once they had all been arrested my chance of getting my money back would be gone so I should go round there as soon as possible. I said on what basis are they going to give me my money back and he told me that my car had been stolen in Holland (it was left hand drive) and that the engine was from yet another stolen vehicle, so I should tell them I had taken it to Porsche official dealership and they had spotted the wrong engine. He said if they refuse to pay me back and take back the car to tell them I’d go to the police. I did this and although some scary people can out of the woodwork they did in fact give me my money back. TLH and his merry men then raided the place and arrested them all.
As far as I can recollect the only youngster I ever saw with Trevor was Martin that day at Lewis’s place. There were a couple of older lads that I saw him with but I was never introduced and never spoke with them. They looked like the type that I wouldn’t want to know. They were a bit rough and were of the skin-head type.
I have tried to get the police interested in this but the shutters come down. A former Met officer who I knew very well warned me that there are still some very unsavoury characters out there who would go to great lengths to stop the truth getting out.
Lewis I am told has died. I have no further information except that he apparently moved from London down to the south coast.”
- The Sanctuary for the Abused [A] has advice on how to prevent triggers.
- National Association for People Abused in Childhood [B] has a freephone helpline and has links to local support groups.
- One in Four [C]
- Havoca [D].
- Useful post on Triggers [E] from SurvivorsJustice [F] blog.
- Jim Hoppers pages on Mindfulness [G] and Meditation [H] may be useful.
- Hwaairfan blog An Indigenous Australian Approach to Healing Trauma [J]
- Survivors UK for victims and survivors of male rape or the sexual abuse of men [K]
- Voicing CSA group [L] helps arrange survivors meetings in your area
- A Prescription for me blog Various emotional support links [M]
- Fresh Start Foundation Scottish not for profit group, helping child sexual abuse victims & survivors [N]
 2018 Jul 1 cathy fox blog TLH 1 – Trevor Lloyd-Hughes, Met Police. Summary of Information https://cathyfox.wordpress.com/2018/07/01/tlh-1-trevor-lloyd-hughes-met-police-summary-of-information/
[A] Sanctuary for the Abused http://abusesanctuary.blogspot.co.uk/2006/07/for-survivors-coping-with-triggers-if.html
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