I can't believe I've not seen Yeovil mentioned yet.
The only place where I do a little Obi-Wan every time I have the misfortune to trundle along the A30 into the godforsaken hellhole.

"You will never find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy. We should be careful."

The place beggars belief. It exists as a kind of hub for the outlying towns and villages, and basically houses all the low-end chain shops, chav emporiums (emporia? Whatever), and nasty boozers that they don't want on their own doorsteps.

And the nightclubs. Oooh the nightclubs. Every slack-jawed Somerset yokel for miles around descends on the place on a Friday and Saturday night for a fuck or a fight, or if they're really lucky, both. You could put bromide in the water there and halve the country's teenage pregnancy problem overnight.

Why did I relocate to Manchester? For a good number of reasons actually, but pretty high on the list was to put at least 200 miles between myself and fucking Yeovil.
( barryheadwound Mul-ti-pass? Multipass!, Fri 30 Oct 2009, 9:42, 1 reply)

Yeovil...
... went to see Rich Hall there once, he opened his set with the classic line "Thank you for choosing to come here out of all of the entertainment options offered to you in Yeovil this evening".
(nordelius, Fri 30 Oct 2009, 11:30, closed)