A medium sized village in Northamptonshire famed for absolutely nothing and not even heard of,
outside a
5 mile radius.
Far from the romantic ideal of rural village life, the two choices facing Irchester'
s habitants are either being unemployed and on smack or being unemployed with an alcohol and domestic violence problem.
90% of the population are somehow related but that doesn't stop 'em going at each other. More than likely on the village "rec" after a couple of bottles of White Lightning.
The locals tend to be harmless, as they tend to be so
lazy, even having a row is a lot of work.
Don't
drop your guard, mind because the Country Park has a treat in store for anyone who likes having their bike stolen - yup, pikeys.
Irchester gippo's seem to have misunderstood the "travellers" moniker, since the fuckers have been there for nigh on thirty years.
All in all, a thoroughly depressing,
inbred shanty town with about as much charisma as Piers
Morgan.
Dave: Since I moved to Irchester, it's been so much easier getting
hold of
clothes pegs.
Billy: Tarmac your droive, sor?