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us as if disgusted before walking on. It was a pain in the arse
to hear so many blokes talking about how well they did in their
exams. Others were talking about plans they had for College and
some were even talking about University! Must be nice to have it
all planned out, then again how boring would that be?
    We saw Simon Grant walk by and
he was now accompanied by his full gang. The gang were kitted out
entirely in the iconic black hoodies. One boy by the name of Adam
was riding on a bright yellow Moped. That baby was beautiful!
Imagine the scrambler bike Steve McQueen rode in The Great Escape,
now imagine it being yellow and that is exactly what Adam’s bike
looked like. I loved it so much. That nasty brute Adam didn’t
deserve such a thing. Of course I had no say in the matter as it
wasn’t any of my business. The gang walked along and turned a
corner towards their usual spot, which was the car park of the
Outdoor Recreation Centre.
    We came out at the other side
of the thicket. We walked through the Churchyard, through the busy
town and started to walk through the market. St.Ians was famous for
its Monday Market and I was never really sure why (before you ask,
I also think it’s odd that our school year ended on a Monday).
Whenever I walked through the Market, it was just full of useless
junk that no one would want
    We also went past another
famous landmark of St.Ians: the pubs. St.Ians has an unbelievable
amount of pubs: The Black Heart, Nelson’s Foot, The Seven Husbands,
The Little John, The Golden Badger, The Tap-dancing room, The
Pilot, River Tavern, The Strawman, The Man’s Arms, The Royal Pine,
The Drawing Room and The Cyclopes. Each place had unique
characteristics and tended to different kinds of people.
Intellectuals go to the Tap-dancing room, football fans go to the
Man’s Arms for the large television and musicians go to River
Tavern to perform. Sixth Formers with nothing better to do go The
Drawing Room, where there always seemed to be a Sixth Form party
going on (when I say party I actually mean a games night including
sessions of: “how far can you chunder” and “bet which girl will get
their boobs out first”).
    In fact, we were so well known
in our beer guzzling ways that we even appeared in an episode of
Binge Britain. This was a programme that was on the television not
so long ago and would document binge drinking culture throughout
the UK. Each episode was dedicated to a different location. These
locations included London, Manchester, Liverpool, Edinburgh,
Glasgow, Belfast, Cardiff and many other large cities. Nonetheless
little St.Ians found its way onto the programme, officially stating
to the nation that St.Ians has drinking problems.
    Oh St.Ians, you’ve brought me
up on a diet of violence, drinking and wavering tension between the
lower and middle classes. We like to think that we’ve moved on from
the class system, but we know very well that it’s still there and
causing many issues in society. The main issue is the hateful way
that people like me are treated, just because we were brought up
differently to them. I don’t think I should go too much into
politics and that. I don’t want to annoy you with my political
views, the last thing I want is you shouting at the book and
sending the publisher “stern letters”. I think it’s best to keep
this book as neutral as possible.
    We passed through the Market,
out of the Town centre and walked on by some housing areas. We
walked along down pathways, past the Police Station down Pig Lane
(brilliant init?) and were soon walking by Northfield Primary
School. This was where I used to go as a kid. In fact, both me and
Lizzie went to this school as kids and had a lot of fun there.
    That was the last place where I
could remember being innocent. Having a clean mind and not worrying
about sex, murders, diseases and such dark aspects of modern life.
Playing within the confines of that wired fencing, I could see the
world as a beautiful