Village in northants next to the borders of bucks and beds but may aswell be in them.
A place where the rich are richer and the poor are swept under the rug being pushed to 'that' end of the village. The young drink easily available liquor from flasks kept in their Coach bags. The old ignore such behaviors as they toke up with the neighbours.
irchester is in such a fuckin dream world.
you live in arkwright; oh 'that' end of the village