A small Yorkshire market town in the middle of no-where yet the middle of everywhere. Has an inter-related (i.e., inbred) population. Full of sheep. 90% of the population is over the age of 60. Liked by the middle classes as they see it as "quaint" and "village-y". Has 3 pubs and 1 hairdressers for every person living there. Used to have cotton mills, now it doesn't, instead they are flats.
"I come from Todmorden"
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A perfectly adequate reason for not liking someone without actually having to give a reason. Must be said in a posh accent for full effect.
Girl: Do you like Farqhar?
Guy: No, I don't.
Girl: Why not?
Guy: I don't know, I just don't like the cut of his jib.
Sowerby Bridge High School in Halifax, West Yorkshire. Recently taken over by the devil incarnate OR the reincarnation of Hitler, on a much smaller scale. The teachers are alreet, so's the sixth form, hell even some of the normal students. But that headteacher..
Purely for the photos, students of SBHS should sowerbybridge.calderdale.sch.uk.
Hipperholme is a village in the Calderdale area of Yorkshire, located between the towns of Halifax and Brighouse. It is located on the busy A58 road and includes Hipperholme Grammar School, a local private school.
It is also the scum of the earth.
It is advisable not to go here. Ever. Ever.
Worse than Brighouse but better than Rastrick.
There is nothing to do except cruise around in a mob and get into fights with chorers.
There is a shitty little park, but there are even more chorers there, with golf clubs.
The only place slightly worth going to in Hipperholme is the Co-op.
There used to be a good ice cream parlour but it got invaded by drug dealers.
Just don't go.
Joe: Hey, you wanna go to Hipperholme, like, on saturday?
You: No. Some retard on urban dictionary told me not to go. Ever. Ever.
Joe: Oh, Ok.