The view from The Cab.

As an alternative to that informative sign seen of the back of an increasing numbers of Lorries today; that of..’If You Can’t See My Mirrors Then I Can’t See You!’ May I humbly offer these as a suggestion: ‘If I Do Not Indicate Before Making a Turn, It’s Because I don’t Care!’ OR: If All You Can See Filling Your Rear View Mirror Are The Stone Chip Marks On The Front Of This Vehicle. Then It’s Because I Could Not Give a Stuff If You Have To Brake In An Emergency. You’ll Die And I’ll Probably Walk Away! If you are a Lorry Driver and disassociate yourself for both those practices, then please don’t take these complaints of mine to heart. They are NOT addressed to those who once were known, rightly, as Knights Of The Road, but I’m sorry to say that honor no longer can be applied to all of your vocation.


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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One Response to The view from The Cab.

  1. After writing my first novel, “Mobley’s Law, A Mobley Meadows Novel,” I found myself being treated very differently than before. An author is universally admired and I wondered why. To me, it is no different than any other form of work, but there is a difference. Many very intelligent people grow up wanting to write a book, but somehow never do. They allow their fears to get in the way. They worry about doing research, of embarrassing themselves, paying for editorial services, etc.
    So, when they meet a genuine author with published works, they go a little gaga. It can be very embarrassing at times, especially when some hot chick hits on you right in front of your wife. It’s amazing how bizarre people can become.

    Anyway, Mr. Cab Driver, ex-Cop, etc., you have accomplished something few other people can claim. You’ve written books and have had a lifetime of experience to base your work upon. Congratulations from an old cop turned lawyer and now a writer. I just love the endorphins produced during the writing process, and I believe I could become addicted to it.

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