Danny Kemp.

The very first ‘Pub’ that my wife and I took, was in the idyllic village of Headcorn in The Weald of Kent. We followed all our belongings, carried in the back of a furniture lorry, along the congested Motorway, turning off at Leeds Castle, then through the blossoming apple orchards that bordered the hedge lined lanes. The sun was warmly shinning as spring lambs jostled for attention and leaped high in delight. Sheer beauty to comprehend on the way to a completely new life style that beckoned away from our once dreamt of detached home in Belvedere London, and the perception of mundane lives of a London Taxi Driver and Dental receptionist.

Six months earlier, based solely on a whim, we had applied to ‘Courage Brewery’ to become tenants of Licensed Premises within their Estate eager to please and with creativity overflowing in their direction. The world lay at the feet of an ambition shared by two thirty year old’s on a newly acquired quest to become successful business entrepreneurs. They, in their largesse, advised us to look at this possibility or the potential awaiting there, but no, we had chosen well and knew exactly what we were doing. A run down, flat on its back, establishment that would rise from the decline it had suffered to shine as forcefully as the sun that now burst through the open top of our car.

In our minds, we were minor league celebrities on our way to impose the Capitals standards on its rural neighbours, bearing the same initials as the stars of ‘THE QUEEN VIC’ in the BBC television show of Eastenders. Whatever ‘Den’ and ‘Ange’ could do in the East-End of London Dan and Anne could do far better amongst the fruits of the Garden of England.

We cleaned, we polished. We installed new furnishings and furniture for the yet to be enticed clientele, as those that had stayed wondered why wine coolers had replaced Dart League agenda and notices of forthcoming Pool matches. They thought we were mad. We knew we had vision. Food was coming, glorious fare that my wife was an expert on and where she bulked, a cook was to be engaged. Plans had been drawn and no amount of distaste of the cooking of rabbits would stand in its way. Except one.

There were not enough electrical power points for all the preparation machinery required. We called the architects department requesting help. We called again when none sped to our aid. We listened politely to the reasons and excuses until one day I jolted not only their world, but that of my wife’s.

I somehow found the telephone number of the Director of “Courage Brewery” He who was Chief of all the Chiefs and Lord of all he surveyed. I dialed the number and waited to be answered.

“Hello Mr. Charles Gadd’s secretary.”

“Good morning could I speak with Mr. Gadd please” I asked, adding softly as though I was being overheard “It’s a rather delicate matter.”

“Could I take you name please and could you roughly outline what your call is about?”

“Certainly if you’re sure. Tell him that it’s the husband of the woman he’s having an affair with then dearie if you would be so good.” Curly and with vengeance in my voice I replied.

The new power sockets were put in the very next day and Anne knew nothing of how it had come about. Sometimes it pays to ruffle feathers worn loud and large.

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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