Used to go to a caravan place near Bleedon. My daughter was aged about 8 and she took great pleasure in saying things like "are we going to the bleedon shops" or " Going to the bleedon pub tonight dad"
Pack your bags, and make your way to Somerset, and I will lay Ten to one you'll wanna stay down in Nempnett Thrubwell. There's not a pub, there ain't a shop, you never see a traffic cop Drink up, and no-one says "stop", down in Nempnett Thrubwell.
There's a road in London called Cock Lane, which in itself isn't that unusual, but legend has it that it's haunted by a ghost called 'Scratching Fanny'.
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And in Norfolk you can
live in Great snoring or Little Soring (depending on your beer intake, I suppose).
Ten to one you'll wanna stay down in Nempnett Thrubwell.
There's not a pub, there ain't a shop, you never see a traffic cop
Drink up, and no-one says "stop", down in Nempnett Thrubwell.
Sheldon and LickPenny... (If your a fan of Big Bang)
Dykes. Fnar fnar
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gropecunt_Lane