The View From The Cab.

An anodyne tale from The View From The Cab…A good few years ago when I had the enthusiasm to drive long hours in London, I picked up a man who, although was somewhat inebriated, was not as it seemed, to have all his wits about him. He was a non stop chatterbox, some of which I honestly could not understand. Near the end of his journey he was becoming too much of a distraction and I hadn’t the heart to simply say..”Shut up!” I told him that I couldn’t hear him too well, and it would be better if he simply lay on the floor and speak into the ‘grill’ down there behind me… “It’s a.. ‘Speaker’ Mate.” This he readily did and I just commented now and again with a..”Yes you’re right,” or “really, is that so?” He was a lucky man, as it was a warm night. …He was speaking into the ‘Heater Vent.’

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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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