The View from the Cab

The view from the cab
For those who would like to know a little of the tradition of this Country let me tell you about the flag flown above Buckingham Palace and how public opinion has altered some conventional ways. Up until the death of Princess Diana it was customary for only one flag ever to be seen flying above the Queens residence, and that was the Royal Standard, which announced that Her Majesty was at ‘Home.’ On the day of Diana’s death, all flags in London were at half-mast as a sign of respect, but there was none on the Palace as the Royal Family were away. The outrage was palpable and self-evident in every newspaper, News Channel and spoken of by almost everyone you came across. There was even suggestions here, that the Monarchy was outdated and superfluous. Things eventually changed as they had to. Now there is always a flag hoisted, the Royal Standard when at ‘Home‘ and the Union flag when they are playing ‘Away.’ So now I can tell when she there and it is convenient to pop in for a cup of tea!


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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