A Bladder. An amusing explanation of a misspent youth.

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As soon as I was born I decided that to become the most efficient bladder this world had ever seen, needed application and practise.

I set about my task, from an early age, with vigour and forthright intent. It was soon obvious to my parents that normal nappies (I think our American friends call the same thing, diapers) would just not do. 

In my world, number ones were less frequent than number twos. However, somewhat similar to the local buses, sometimes everything came along together! A drastic strategy was needed.

My father patented the first zipped, fly front nappy, and I was used as his guinea pig. Did I love it, or what!

Nothing was safe if within range. Flies were doused, spiders were attacked, walls were washed and a variety of pattens painted on the faces of unsuspecting admirers come to marvel at my expertise!

In order to achieve the status my talent demanded, range needed to be increased!

In order to accomplish this, I learned how to withhold more ammunition by drinking copious amounts of any kind of fluid and simply holding it in.

This of course required the building of muscle tissue. Bladder stretching is an art form that I perfected.

A brief summary: (I cannot give too much information away as my publisher, Mr Kidney, will flood me with a swamping deluge of unreasonable demands on my time)

1) Drink loads.

2) Hold your breath. Increasing the time held gradually.

3) Do NOT let loose your normal barrage. Small rounds at a time need to be fired off.

4) Constantly practise number three, leading eventually to firing off single rounds.

As I stated above, I am banned from providing more information, but there is more. Believe me!

I grew stronger and larger. At optimum times, I had enough stored ammunition to sink a small canoe. I know this to be true as during a couple of legs of the Devizes to Westminster International Canoe Race, a distance of some 125 miles, I sank two!

Not only was my capacity increasing, so was my aim! The four crew members of the boats I sank were not pleased. Not one tiny bit!

Hatred was beginning to appear, but so was admiration.

The Ministry Of Defence engaged me as the final weapon of war against low-flying enemy aircraft. I was stationed at the end of the landing runway at Heathrow airport and ordered to fire on incoming passenger jets.

The British Airports Authority soon changed runways, diverting air traffic to other airports. My aim was that good.

Soon, however, I had competition. An old adversary from school, Mr Blood, wanted some of the action. He invaded when my attention was elsewhere!

Slowly my stock dribbled, I mean dwindled. Blood was infecting, I mean affecting my supply.

As you can see from my typing, I have developed a life threatening illness….OLD AGE. Please stay clear of this at all cost.

I shall write another manual on how to stay young in the future, but for now you must wait, dribbling in expectation.

You will obviously be pleased to know that I am resisting Mr Blood as hard as I know how, but it is further weakening me. I now sleep a lot, and when not sleeping; feel excessively tired and empty.

I have a friend called Miss Twitter, who is pining for my normality and dexterity to return, but alas I fear this may take longer than she is willing to wait.

If you read this Dorothy Twitter, then know that my ardor for you is still there, and the intensity of feeling will flow again.


Written by that fool Danny Kemp whilst on medication for being insane.

© 2014, Danny Kemp. All rights reserved.

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About Daniel Kemp

Daniel Kemp, ex-London police officer, mini-cab business owner, pub tenant and licensed London taxi driver never planned to be a writer, but after his first novel —The Desolate Garden — was under a paid option to become a $30 million film for five years until distribution became an insurmountable problem for the production company what else could he do? Nowadays he is a prolific storyteller, and although it’s true to say that he mainly concentrates on what he knows most about; murders laced by the intrigue involving spies, his diverse experience of life shows in the short stories he compiles both for adults and children. He is the recipient of rave reviews from a prestigious Manhattan publication, been described as —the new Graham Green — by a managerial employee of Waterstones Books, for whom he did a countrywide tour of signing events, and he has appeared on ‘live' television.
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8 Responses to A Bladder. An amusing explanation of a misspent youth.

  1. You are amazing Danny. Keep well and keep writing, and I will keep you in my prayer’s.

  2. Danny Kemp says:

    Thank you Patricia, that’s kind of you.

  3. gardenlilie says:

    Great! This sounds just like something my dad would recite and wait for our giggles or shakes of head. 🙂

  4. Danny Kemp says:

    You have just made me feel so old, gardenllle…. LOLOLOL

  5. Kaye Menner says:

    Gave me a laugh before going to bed… thanks Danny, look after yourself 🙂

  6. Kev says:

    Brilliant!

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