Doddington is located inbetween the inbred town of Chatteris and the cat loving society of Wimblington. It has a hospital which works less days than a man on the doll from Manchester and is most famous for the fact that the only pubs in the village are 20 feet apart. In the centre of the village is a clocktower built in 1897 in commemoration of the Diamond Jubilee of Queen Victoria, which when drink driving home from the two pubs is a pain in the arse to miss. The inhabitants love a good moan which includes how much Doddington is a shit-hole and want to move yet are sucked in to stay because its boredom is enjoyable and they're miserable bastards. It is most famous for the fact that the only pubs in the village are 20 feet apart. It also has one shop which sells goods cheaper than Wimblington's making it a bargain for the locals and one less thing to moan about.
'I like imbreds and cats, I think I may move to Doddington.'
Pascal: 'Hey Jimmy, did your mum find a house to move to?'
Jimmy: 'Nope, we decided to stay here because we love a good moan.'
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