Danny Kemp.

We never really know ourselves do we? I was reminded of something, last night, that happened to me many years ago, and I will, with your patience, relate the story here.

In one of the public houses that I owned, the main water pipe, leading into the commercial kitchen, ruptured just after we had closed-up one lunchtime. The manager and I tried to repair it, but failed, leaving us with no option but to wait for a plumber. Whilst waiting, we ‘swept’ the water through the preparation room across a passageway and down the steps to the cellar where it could be pumped out.

It was exhausting work, as the mains just keeping pouring water for about an hour. My feet were soaked by the time that the repair had been made and, not surprisingly, I took off my shoes and socks at the first opportunity. I then, by accident, trod on a bee.

About ten minutes later my lips started to feel numb, as though anaesthetised at the dentist. Then I came out in lumps all down my arms and across my chest, next I was short of breath. My heart-rate began to slow dramatically and I could feel the slowing pulse pounding in my head. I was lucky, the managers wife had been a nurse and knew the signs, she called an ambulance and my life was saved.

I am allergic to bee and wasp stings and supposed to carry an adrenalin syringe with me if I venture out, but I don’t. So there we have it, two things that I know about myself, one the allergy and two; I’m stupid.

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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