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"
a pseudonym for inbred hell hole
your mom is your sister and you live on a coucil estate in todmorden