The view from the Cab.

The view from the cab
Now this story may lose some effect over the Atlantic Ocean, but after reading it I suggest a visit to Goggle Maps and the insertion of the appropriate word will bring clarity to all……. Picked up a beautiful, elegant women the other day at Victoria Station with all her matching luggage with the label ‘M.C’ prominently displayed. “Where we going then M.C?” Says I ingratiating myself as only an old ‘hand’ can do. “The Dorchester please driver.” Comes the reply in an English accent with a slight leaning towards an American pronunciation.
“Lot of traffic between here and there” says I with one eye on the meter. “Might come to a few bob.” I added, seeing £10 on it and we hadn’t gone far. “Where you from anyway?” I asked trying to seem interested, which I have to say I was not. “HAVANT” she says, and now I’m perplexed. Haven’t what I asked myself and swiftly decided that she meant MONEY, so foot down, out the traffic and we arrived in double quick time.
“She aint got no dosh for a tip old son” says I to the porter unloading those stylist cases. “What do you mean cabbie, of course I have money. Here take this £50 note and less of your impudence.”
“Then why did you say that you didn’t have any?” I asked defiantly as she haughtily walked away. “It’s near Portsmouth you twit.” She called over her shoulder as she entered the Hotel……..Funny lot those Americans.

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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