The View From The Cab.

Danny Kemp
Final comment of the night as I’m going to have an early one.

I believe the saying graceful as a Gazelle. Having never seen one live I cannot vouch for the authenticity of that, but will accept its truism. I wonder though that if a Gazelle ever looked around, as I do, if he or she might see gracefulness elsewhere?
It always amazes me just how graceful some women carry themselves, even in the most trying of conditions. Today, in London, was such a day.
After a very early dull start it turned cold with a persistently heavy drizzle, yet still, on more than one occasion, I caught sight of some elegantly attired and graceful Ladies. I don’t want to give any wrong impression here, my eyes do occasionally watch what is in front, but over the years I have found that things to the side of me are more attractive. I will hasten and add here that had my dear wife been out and about today she would have figured amongst those polished others, indisputably the most graceful gazelle in the pack.


About Danny Kemp

I was at work one sunny November day in 2006, stopped at a red traffic light when a van, driven incompetently, smashed into me. I was taken to St Thomas' Hospital and kept in for a while, but it was not only the physical injuries that I suffered from; it was also mental ones. I had lost confidence in myself let alone those around me. The experts said that I had post-traumatic stress disorder, which I thought only the military or emergency personnel suffered from. On good days, I attempted to go to work, sometimes I even made it through Blackwell Tunnel only to hear, or see, something that made me jump out of my skin and that's when the anxiety attacks would start. I told my wife that I was okay and going regularly, but I wasn't. I could not cope with life and thought about ending it. Somehow or other with the help of my wife and medical professionals, I managed to survive and ever so slowly rebuild my self-esteem. It took almost four years to fully recover, but it was during those dark depressive days that I began to write. My very first story, Look Both Ways, Then Look Behind, found a literary agent but not a publisher. He told me that I had a talent, raw, but nevertheless, it was there. His advice was to write another story and that I'm delighted to say, I did. The success of that debut novel, The Desolate Garden, was down to sheer hard work, luck, and of course, meeting a film producer.
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