#HeadlineTherapy Ace Cafe has been forced to close its doors to the legendary Friday Bike Nights

Thanks to Tommy Begley and Motorcycle News for the Headline.

Sad to say, despite the Ace Cafe being in a superb location in London on the North Circular Road , accessible to many bikers and a Legendary Biker’s Caf, (reopened thirty years ago by Mark Wilsmore )

Since the 17th July this year,it’s had to close its doors at 6pm on Friday evening.

This is a great shame as on a Friday night how brilliant it must have been to gather at this iconic venue and meet up with other bikers over nice food and drink. To sit and watch the world go by in their very boring cars.

Unfortunately, due to irresponsible rat run bikers taking to the North Circular until the early hours and causing distress and potential fatalities Mark had to make the decision that he could no longer open on Friday Evening as the risks to his customers and other road users on the North Circular was too great.

Rossi and Barry Sheene have said that racing on bikes on public roads is a risk too great to take. Stick to the Race Days, with their run offs and no stone walls , barriers or telegraph poles and enjoy your coffee and bacon rolls on a sunny evening. So the Ace Cafe can get back to being a brilliant place to go on a Friday night in London.

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Stinkerbell

Daily writing prompt
Which fictional world would be the most fun to vacation in?

My fictional World would be Translyvania in Bram Stoker’s book,

I’d invent a character who wouldn’t be in Dracula’s textbook,

Her name would be Stinkerbell and she would sit on Jonathon Harker’s shoulder,

Occasionally she’d sit in a black and fir ridden forest on a lonely boulder,

Surrounded by howling wolves and flashing blue lights with holes full of treasure,

She was safe as she had Dracula’s measure,

She wore eau de cologne that was concentrated Garlic,

It really made the Count quite frantic,

When Stinkerbell was around he’d disappear ,

Of that little fairy he had a lot of fear,

Harker would laugh and smile with joy,

As Stinkerbell treated Count Dracula like her toy,

The Castle was no longer a scary place,

With Stinkerbell getting in Count Dracula’s face.

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A glowing fairy confronts a wary vampire inside a shadowy gothic hall.

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#HeadlineTherapy Drugs dug up at Creamfields site ahead of festival.

Thanks to Georgie Docker at BBC Online News

The Creamfields Festival is held on land owned by the Daresbury Estate, about half an hours drive from Liverpool. I read a blog about someone who has been to the festival four times and recommends it. It’s electronic dance music , House and Tech House, Techno and Trance.

The Daresbury Estate is quite an extensive area, however, in true Modern Day Pirate Fashion, the drug dealers who wanted to “supply” at the festival buried their various stashes in the land where the festival would be held, presumably in the middle of the night over a period of months before the festival started with the intention of unearthing them when the festival was running, thus getting by the strict security at the Festival.

They were foiled by the Police and presumably sniffer dogs who must have had a whale of the time running across the land and finding stashes of buried drugs. The Police with the usual dry humour have said that if anyone wants to reclaim their property to please contact them. The fact that these stashes have been found has probably saved someone’s life, drugs are so dangerous and unpredictable.

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The AI Fantasist

Daily writing prompt
If you could go back and witness any historical event, which one would you pick?

I’m beginning to think that our AI algorithm is an obsessive fantasist,

Who expects others to dream of lives that it has missed,

I mean one day we’re asked to bare our soul ,

Another to climb down a very big hole,

Each day a challenge of immense magnitude,

To express our awe and gratitude

Going back and forth in space and time,

To imagine what we’d do if our life could be bought on Prime,

But let’s get real and tell the tale,

That really life can be quite pale,

That doesn’t mean it doesn’t count,

Or that all our troubles we can’t surmount,

Time is precious and happiness too,

So don’t let the AI fantasist bother you.

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#HeadlineTherapy 2,200 year-old Roman shipwreck reveals ancient waterproofing secrets

Thanks to Science Daily for the Headline

I am fascinated by boats in ancient times, let’s face it would you want to bob around the ocean in an over optimistic badly designed and put together ,wooden death trap that probably had the sails pointing in the wrong direction? Either that or had hordes of slaves tied together with manacles who powered the boat with oars. By no means luxury travel. A Roman wreck in Croatian Waters has been examined by Scientists using sophisticated methods and it tells the story of boat repairs.

There was lots of potential for leaks and rotting wood caused by organisms, is it no wonder that some “adventurers” decided it was safer to follow the coastline than go too far out to sea.

However, some waterproofing methods were utilised and modern researchers have identified locations where the boats were likely to have been built and repaired because of the materials and what they contain. Pine Tar( Pitch) and Beeswax protected the hull. The formula made from beeswax and tar. This mixture known to Greek shipbuilders as zopissa -improves the adhesive’s flexibility and is easier to apply when hot.

By identifying the pollen and the plants that the resins contained scientists were able to identify the various repairs that were done to the ship on it’s journey and thus more accurately record it’s path.

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Not likely sonny!

If you had to get a tattoo right now, what would it be and why?

If I had to get a tattoo right now,

It would be a right disaster,

They’d have to chase me down the street

I’d fight and they’d end up in plaster,

Needles aren’t my thing at all,

“Rick the ink” Would have a terrible fall,

His one colour design might be  very neat,

But it’s not something I’d  appreciate,

Needles are  a scary thing

I’ve only just recovered from doing my nose

piercing,

To face  another procedure at noon today

Not likely sonny! Go away!

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#HeadlineTherapy Father leaves 7- year- old son alone on Mount Fuji to continue hike

Thanks to Dan Sales and BBC Online News for the Headline.

A father and his two sons were on the ascent up to the summit of Mount Fuji when his 7 year old complained that he was tired.

The father in what he described “as a rash decision” decided to continue with his older son and leave the child sitting on a bench with some snacks and a soft drink. The bench was located at a height of 6500ft (over 2000metres) and conditions were foggy and rainy.

The father continued his hike and was three hours hike away when the Police caught up with him and after eight hours he was reunited with his “tired and fussy seven year old”.

The poor dad was probably coerced into going further by the elder son who was probably glad to see the back of the little “whiner”. The dad was caught between a stone and a hard place. Glad it all ended well though.

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Hearts Entwine.

Daily writing prompt
How did you meet your significant other?

To be honest which of course I never am,

Our eyes met over opening a tin can,

There were lots of volunteers at the rescue shelter,

And I had to meet the Court Jester,

Of course it was funny to jump around,

“If you don’t stop that you’ll end up in the pound!”

Soon his head was in the bowl,

Not a morsel left and it was over too soon,

By then it was too late and I began to swoon,

I signed his papers in the afternoon,

I was his keeper and his mine,

And to this day both our hearts entwine.

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#HeadlineTherapy Man tracks down siblings who sent him Chirstmas present as he fled war 33 years ago

Thanks to Danielle Herbert and BBC News Online for the Headline

For one little boy a shoe box with gifts in it for Christmas , prepared and sent nearly 40 years ago helped him so much with the trauma of having to leave his home Country of Croatia and move to Sweden , because of the conflict in the Balkans. The boy never forgot that kindness.

All he had was a photo of the two children who had prepared the box and their location written on the back of the photograph, “Mold in Wales”. He put a message out on Facebook through a Mold Community Group and this time social media proved a positive influence and the family who had sent the box recognised their picture and got in touch with the boy who is 40 years old now. The children who sent the box have grown up now and it’s their children who want to keep the tradition of sending shoe box gifts going as they can see what a difference it can make.

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Burn’s Night Supper

Daily writing prompt
What’s a cultural tradition from your country that you love?

Supper is a good enough word for me,

And to combine it with good Scottish Poetry,

That’s a cultural tradition that many hold dear,

On the twenty-fifth of January every year,

To celebrate Scotland’s most handsome poet,

Though so many people don’t really know it,

The words they are so rare and ol’

And perhaps time has taken a bit of a toll,

Still each year we gather to pipe the Haggis,

And raise our toast in whisky glasses,

To speak the words as Burns once did,

“Make sure that haggis is really deid!”

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