Danny Kemp.

Danny Kemp
I saw this painted on a shop window today and like them wanted to share… Sorry but the lifestyle you ordered is currently out of stock, wait until the next financial crisis.

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Danny Kemp.

I’m chasing a dream and as far as I know there are no rules in dreams.

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Danny Kemp.

A recent discovery that millions of pounds went into the research of. The National Cold Laboratory have chanced upon the fact that if you stand in a bucket of cold water for too long you are very likely to catch a cold. Now I wouldn’t have thought of that would you?

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Synopsis of The Desolate Garden. By Danny Kemp. Only months before the murder of Lord Elliot Paterson and his youngest son Edward, an address in Leningrad is discovered hidden in the ledgers of the Families Private Bank in Westminster, dating back to the 1930’s.—-There is a spy in the Family, but on whose side? Elliot’s eldest son, Harry, is recruited into the British Intelligence Service to uncover the traitor. The Desolate Garden is a twisting tale of deceit and intrigue spanning decades when the truth was best not told! Lord Harry Paterson, Earl of Harrogate is introduced to an attractive woman from the Foreign Office and together, desperately, try to unravel the intricate web before the killer strikes again.

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On the days that my conscience decides that the traveling public in London cannot do without me, and stirs me deeply to attend to theirs wishes, I start my day at Canary Wharf, the home to all the major financial institutes of the world. Here is a soulless place devoid of singing birds of any description that I have seen or heard above the screeching traffic and shouted conversations down Blackberries.
It was built some twenty odd years ago on the site of the old West India Docks and now stands perched on a crest, looking down on all its surrounds, resembling in my imagination an eagle or another bird of prey. It stands tall and shinily clad in polished aluminiun, marble and glass as if turning its nose up to the Council estates and housing that it looks down on that once were homes to some of the…

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Canaries.

Danny Kemp
On the days that my conscience decides that the traveling public in London cannot do without me, and stirs me deeply to attend to theirs wishes, I start my day at Canary Wharf, the home to all the major financial institutes of the world. Here is a soulless place devoid of singing birds of any description that I have seen or heard above the screeching traffic and shouted conversations down Blackberries.
It was built some twenty odd years ago on the site of the old West India Docks and now stands perched on a crest, looking down on all its surrounds, resembling in my imagination an eagle or another bird of prey. It stands tall and shinily clad in polished aluminiun, marble and glass as if turning its nose up to the Council estates and housing that it looks down on that once were homes to some of the displaced Dockers.
I hold no grudge against its being there, after all it provides me with the first job of the day, but I have a cynical mind honed over years of being told what was good for me.
Everyday, as if lifted straight from some Orwellian nightmare, I see toddlers strung together by their carers taken from one corporation’s building to another, as an introduction to the world locked away from Canaries and such trifling things.Twenty years ago I returned to London and began to become accustomed to the intricacies of this place, now knowing what’s there, better than I know what’s in the shed at the end of my garden. I wonder how many of those children spend their lives here beyond the song of birds.
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Granddaughters.

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My Granddaughter Georgia got her voice heard on the Radio programme Kiss100 at 7.10 this morning. There is a few seconds event called.. ‘Shout Out’ apparently, so what did the lovely thing do…shouted out “Buy my Granddads book, The Desolate Garden.” The irony of it is that firstly the book is still lingering somewhere at the press and secondly I really do believe that one day, sadly that I wont see, she will become a writer of note. For a twelve year old with all the distractions of this era she still has room for a vivid literary mind. She gave a speech at School yesterday of her experience whilst out with me at Bluewater, which I have previously mentioned, and last night composed a poem which she has to recite today. Not all the kids of today are disillusioned ‘Hoodies.”
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