Undoubtably.
It's a place where nameless social outcasts with a talent for various scientific disciplines get to fuck around with things that really shouldn't be fucked around with, safe in the knowledge that no-one is going to give them a bollocking, and that whatever goes on there, stays there. Until, of course, someone fucks up and there's a super-hot Filovirus out in the open, or some bright spark in the MOD Top Brass decides that they need to see how one of their little hush-hush projects affects a larger amount of people who are oblivious of the danger.

In keeping with the topic of this QOTW, the name "Porton Down" is one of those names that gives me the chills (along with Sellafield/Windscale, Rampton, Auschwitz etc etc)
(Rsoles, Sat 9 Apr 2011, 2:09, 1 reply)

Me and my band played at Rampton
Our singer, who was also our manager, would only tell us we were playing 'somewhere near Retford'. As we were from Lancashire, it didn't really ring any bells with us until we stopped somewhere near to ask directions and he leaned right out of the van to talk to an old lady. We suddenly became suspicious when he was almost whispering.

'Dennis, where is it we're playing?'
'It's a hospital'
'Which hospital?'
'Errr.....Rampton'
'FUCKING RAMPTON!!!!?????'

We were only playing to the staff, not any of the crazy people. We had a bloody good night. Mud were on the week after us.
( His Popiness the Hole Invaded Poland on, Sun 10 Apr 2011, 17:37, closed)