A small town near Leeds
full of old people, and posh twats who live in big houses and shop at Jack Wills
, but who like to think they're badass because they're 'from Yorkshire
.' It has all the snobbishness of the South condensed into one highstreet with a couple of cafes and some charity shops.
Ilkley Mother - "Let's go partake of luncheon in Betty's Cafe! Hopefully there won't be too many peasants on the streets today."
Ilkley Daughter - "Certainly mama, just let me fetch my Chanel handbag and Gucci glasses as I simply cannot be seen in public without them!"
God's waiting room.
foreigner: "why are there so many old people around?"
Ilkley inhabitant: "they are queuing up to die"