The View From The Cab.

I met an elderly man during the week who was a proud holder of the OBE (Order of the British Empire) He had served most of his life in the teaching of others in one educational calling or another. One of the Schools in which he taught was close by to my own Grammar School and this reminded me of something that I was going to relate.

During my teenage years in the middle sixties, when fashion and music was undergoing such tremendous change, I used to hang around with two other liked minded individuals branded as ‘Mods‘ except our mode of life was more a statement of style than the adherence to a doctrine. We had no shiny chromed Scooter nor wore the coat that was uniformly needed for distinction. We had our mohair suits hidden under Crombie overcoats and silk scarves to hid the pin-through collars and ties. We traveled by train to West End Clubs and Brighton Beaches.

You would never find us three in fights with the enemy or bad-mouthing those ‘Rockers‘ in leather jackets on greasy Motorbikes, we had better things to do and girls on our minds. We kicked a few deck chairs over but simply as a way of marking that stoney beach with our stash of ‘purple hearts’ to retrieve after the inevitable search by the Sussex Constabulary. Always would we travel out in three, Graham Keith and I, and most often return together but occasionally all or one of us would need the backing of the others as an alternative nights pleasure was made available. We were smart not only in dress but predators on the rampage from London to the Sea.

I moved away from the area that I had grown up in when I joined the Police Force and as a consequence never kept in touch with either of those two. I married and moved further, without a single thought of them or their lives until recently and the man in the back of the Cab reminded me of one of them.

The law had to be changed in this country to re-try a murder trial in which one of my previous friends son was involved along with others. He had been tried in a Criminal Court by the Crown, and in a civil Court by the parents of the dead boy, both times the evidence being insufficient. Recently that changed as new forensic discoveries lead to him, and one of the fellow accused, being convicted. My point to this tale is a simple one, had my life not been as it were and I had fathered a son then maybe my son would have been his sons friend, and there, when the murder was committed.

There but for the grace of God we all could be and as my wife is often heard to say; “Someone had to be Hitlers Mum.”

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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