Don’t Drop The (English) Biscuit! By Danny Kemp

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A cup of tea with a dunked biscuit sitting on the bottom!
If that’s how your day begins, does it make you feel rotten?

Do you pick it up with a spoon then lick the spoon clean?
Satisfying I know, but it’s not quite haute cuisine.

Do you leave it to the end sliding it down your throat,
Then take a furtive look around whilst silently you gloat?

Perhaps you’re the innocent kind, ignoring the sweet remains,
Held back from recognition by some moralistic reins?

HOWEVER, if you never dunk it you’ll never know what you’ll do,
so there you are, I’ll graciously leave the decision entirely up to YOU…Boom boom.

© 2015, Danny Kemp. All rights reserved.

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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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