st martins or st monners as it is known by the locals is a rural village in the northen most empty corner of salopia or shropshire as it is usally called, it overun with chavs, old grannys and gippos(its acctually known as the gippo capital of north shropshire) the native people are known as monners and speak in there own tounge using words like La and mon they buy there food from a local shop called stans which started up as a chippy most of the younger 'monners' can be found in the skate park this is the nearest dammit nursery in the village the children also go to the local school ifton heath and secondry school rhyn park which is pretty much a school whos main purpose is to teach kids how to be 'ard' and brew drugs up. most of the locals after work can be found drinkin in the grey hound which is the farmer and countrymans pub,the miners which is the workin mens club and the cross foxes which is a shithole.
'alright me st martins laaaaaaaaa'jeff
'alright jeff me monner
'you goin down the miners t'night'jeff
'nah i gotta go get me ard knock son oughtta oswestry
'fair enough are yer comin down afterr la 'jeff
'go on then i'll bring me son monner for a drink' dave
'how olds yer son again la'jeff
when a male goes into a cubicle and sits down to have a piss and is consious that somebody outside may think hes got a fanny.
I walked into a toilet and could here a man having a piss he came out looking embarrased I think he probably had cubicle vagina syndrome