*another idiot not answering the question properly alert* Smalltown Western Canada,
s'where me and Mrs Infidel reside now. Six months here and we love it. It's got cowboy hats, rednecks and a small local drug problem and everyone drives a pickup truck (including me)
There's almost no historical stuff as the oldest town hereabouts is about 100 years old. There are tons of shabby, broken down wooden houses and every farm seems to have a collection of dead, rusting cars and assorted agricultural junk in its yard.

But the people are great, genuinely open, decent, down-to-earth, funny, good people. THERE ARE NO CHAVS.Even the baddest looking tattoed geezer will pat the dog and wish you a good day. No shithead noisy neighbours (the local authorities actually deal with complaints and sort it out)and a genuine sense of community, no litter, no broken glass in the streets. Thanks to everyone who posted a reminder of what we left behind.I didn't know my heart had cockles until your posts of misery warmed mine up.
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Oops, I forgot to say, I was spawned and raised in Luton, a town which needs little in the way of introduction.
( Infidel , shit and wrong, Tue 3 Nov 2009, 1:56, 2 replies)

no chavs?
you fucking lucky bastard.
( Kyazrael Juan, two, three, floor?, Tue 3 Nov 2009, 2:36, closed)

Well
we are 10 hours away from the UK. It seems to be far enough.
( Infidel , shit and wrong, Tue 3 Nov 2009, 3:10, closed)