Gone4good

I spent a lot of time in this pub. My dad owned the bookies next door. It must be at least 25 years since it was demolished.

He was my form teacher back in the 1960s. I remember him as a tall bloke with a grey suit and dark hair. Deep voice. Sarcastic, but then all teachers were back then. He'd always wait for a girl to answer his maths question.

Crap beer, **** plastic glasses, Born to be Wild came on regularly. I was 16 when I hung out there. One day the police came in and busted every one of my friends for underage drinking. They left me surrounded with pints of beer. So happy I looked older than my age.

No. I would not move back to Sheffield.

It does seem a little bit strange and absurd If your verses are tosh (to use your own word) That you still fill the board from the top to the toe With missives that, frankly, we'd rather not know If excellent poetry isn't your goal One can only assume that you must be a troll More likely the truth is your modesty's fake Or you'd never consider the posts that you make I applaud your devotion to making your rhymes But, moderation is often the best at these times

Johnsbucket declared that this world is free So he's spamming the board to the highest degree He's ignoring the saying that less can be more and equating the views with a quality score The bad news is, Sir, as I'm sure you do know it Rhyming two words doesn't make you a poet

Of all the verses that formed in your brain I think this one is, by far, most inane I'd give it a rest, or at least tone it down Your doggerel would even make Ogden Nash frown.

Ella I'm not following your logic or motivation for pushing the thread forward. Why is it obvious someone is not a writer unless they do so for others? That's the 'tree falling in the forest makes no sound' argument. The distinction between writer and author is simple. the word writer is associated with the act of writing, while author is attributed to the work. You are a writer if you write, but the author of what you have written. There is no deeper meaning than that.

Who is a writer? That question has no meaning to me. Who is a talker? Who is a thinker? Who is a listener? A writer is someone who writes. What makes someone a writer? Some people feel compelled to write, probably because they find the act of writing satisfying. They can explain themselves better in writing, have better access to their emotions, or maybe they have a strong imagination that is stimulated by writing. So, they write. What made them like that? I don't know.

You were the one making the distinction, so I thought you'd know.

How are we defining a good writer?

Used to be the Hearts of Oak when I knew it, but even in the early 70s it wasn't exactly thriving.

It must be a certain type of nice people as it says "A nice pub for nice people" on the sign.

Can't blame them. The Star has about a staff of two veteran reporters and a youth experience worker these days. I'm amazed they get a paper out at all.

I have to say I am relieved. I understand what you are saying in that The Bradway has no potential as a pub in today's market, but it's also a real shame to see mediocre utility buildings with heavy corporate branding spreading everywhere. I grew up in Bradway very close to that pub and the shops at the top of Twentywell. I've known those shops since I was 7 years old, which is 50 years now. I have no doubt they are going one day soon, but I applaud the owners of those shops for hanging in and bringing a level of service that is diminishing quickly in modern Britain. I just want to enjoy the vestiges of old Bradway a little longer before its demise into a characterless franchise wasteland. Once it is gone it is gone, so please let's not hurry it along any faster than we have to.