A small market town, 12 miles from the York city. Full of inbred, unemployed chavs and old women.
If you were born in Pocklington, you are referred to as a 'Pock-ite
Outsiders are welcomed, in hope of changing the dull, slow town.
"I spend all my doll money on drinking, every night of the week." "Oh, you must be from Pocklington"