The View from the Cab.

I thought that I might relate to you a story of the late great English actor Sir Alec Guinness, who I picked up TWICE in my Cab. The first time I took him to Boodles, a posh Gentleman’s Club, in St James Street. In a great many cases actors are members of The Garrick Club and in one’s such as Boodles are found bankers and politicians
This day Sir Alec was wearing a flamboyant Prince of Wales red check suit with matching cape and deer-stalker hat and sat quietly in the back reading a broadsheet newspaper. On the TV about this time were being run old Ealing Cinema films and in several he had starred. I and my wife had watched most of them but as I drove I could not remember the title of the film in which he ‘played’ everyone and ‘killed’ everyone. When he got out of the cab and was about to pay me I seized the moment and I asked him that question.
I’m sure to this day that as I said…”I’ve been trying to think of”…He believed I was about to add..”Your name”.. Anyway he stood there for a few seconds and, me being me, we spoke at soon length over Kind Hearts and Coronets and others that he had made at Ealing.
Some many years later a women hailed me, near to The Royal Hospital, in Chelsea and asked me to wait for the arrival of her husband. It was Sir Alec again. This time however he was not so noticeable. He had a raincoat on, hat pulled down low on his head and a scarf wrapped around his face, the hat and scarf he took off as we drove away. I am still quite recognisable, but in those far off days even more so, with thick red hair and extraordinary good looks (LOL). I told him that I had recently seen him in ‘Star Wars’ and drew a comparison to the Ealing films and how “effects’ had changed over the years. He was gracious enough to acknowledge me and remember me, commenting that the money he was paid for Star War exceeded all he had ever got for those black and white films. He was a Gentleman in ever sense of that word.

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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