The Words of Danny Kemp.

The view from the cab
On the days that I am able to drag my dispirited soul away from comfort of my home, and do battle amongst the crazies on the roads into London, me and Betsy, that’s my cab, drive through the aptly named Blackwall Tunnel. Whatever evocative image you may have of the English countryside this dark and dingy hole under the Thames could not possibly be one of them. It was constructed sometime in the last century when air extraction and the width and speed of vehicles were never a major consideration. If there is a breakdown in there and you suffer from any breathing compliant, then I would suggest prayer as your only answer. As a contrast, but sadly in the opposite direction to my weekly sojourns into the City, is the tiny hamlet of Ham, where my paternal grandparents are buried. Nearby there is a fishing harbour on the Channel coast, the name of which it shares on a popular photographed sign-post with Ham. It is called Sandwich. The sign-post unfortunately was stolen, then replaced, and stolen again, many times over. Now there signs but not posted together. The inevitable remark would be I guess…..A sign of the times!

About Daniel Kemp

Daniel Kemp’s introduction to the world of espionage and mystery happened at an early age when his father was employed by the War Office in Whitehall, London, at the end of WWII. However, it wasn’t until after his father died that he showed any interest in anything other than himself! On leaving academia he took on many roles in his working life: a London police officer, mini-cab business owner, pub tenant and licensed London taxi driver, but never did he plan to become a writer. Nevertheless, after a road traffic accident left him suffering from PTSD and effectively—out of paid work for four years, he wrote and self-published his first novel —The Desolate Garden. Within three months of publication, that book was under a paid option to become a $30 million film. The option lasted for five years until distribution became an insurmountable problem for the production company. All seven of his novels are now published by Creativia with the seventh—The Widow’s Son, completing a three book series alongside: What Happened In Vienna, Jack? and Once I Was A Soldier. Under the Creativia publishing banner, The Desolate Garden went on to become a bestselling novel in World and Russian Literature in 2017. The following year, in May 2018, his book What Happened In Vienna, Jack? was a number one bestseller on four separate Amazon sites: America, UK, Canada, and Australia.  Although it's true to say that he mainly concentrates on what he knows most about; murders laced by the mystery involving spies, his diverse experience of life shows in the short stories he writes, namely: Why? A Complicated Love, and the intriguing story titled The Story That Had No Beginning. He is the recipient of rave reviews from a prestigious Manhattan publication and described as—the new Graham Green—by a highly placed employee of Waterstones Books, for whom he did a countrywide tour of book signing events. He has also appeared on 'live' television in the UK publicising that first novel of his. He continues to write novels, poetry and the occasional quote; this one is taken from the beginning of Once I Was A Soldier There is no morality to be found in evil. But to recognise that which is truly evil one must forget the rules of morality.
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