And there's a Snitterton in the midlands, where they replace the road signs very regularly.

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Where there is great doubt, there will be great awakening; small doubt, small awakening, no doubt, no awakening.

There's a village between Monmouth and Chepstow called Bigsweir. Whenever I drove through, I had an urge to wind down the car window and shout "BIG HAIRY COCKS!".

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Ten seconds... the pain begins.

Fifteen seconds... you can't breathe.

Twenty seconds... you give up and turn off the Jeremy Vine show.

Recently chose to end a holiday walking in the Brecon Beacons with a trip to Hay-On-Wye (as a committed crate digger I can say that the book dealers there really are a pack of arseholes) and passed through Aberllynfi

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aberllynfi

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I'd rather shoot Paul Dacre than anyone else in the country- Colin Dexter. A direct quote from the Radio Times m'learned friends

Just down the road from Twmpa http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lord_Hereford%27s_Knob

Mrs Davies lied when she told out class it wasn't big or clever.

Note the location marked B

http://maps.google.co.uk/maps?q=wankers&hl=en&ll=52.407799,4.623163&spn=0.010027,0.02753&sll=51.493500,-0.042500&sspn=0.163000,0.439000&t=h&hq=wankers&radius=15000&filter=0&update=1&z=16&iwloc=B


Note also proximity of 2 cricket grounds - coincidence?

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Where there is great doubt, there will be great awakening; small doubt, small awakening, no doubt, no awakening.

I used to live near Dorridge, which had its sign changed to Porridge. I think I found it funny because it was so quaint, not like the usual "Cocksplasharse" grafitti.

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The upper hand is on the other foot now.

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I'm a nasty, violent lefty. You cunt.

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That subtle admixture of the absurd and the surreally plausible...

In north-west London there's an Uneeda Drive. And in Grimsby there's a Letsby Avenue. Sadly, it's not the location of the local police station.

Other funny place names: well, near me, there's a village called Stoneybridge, which always makes me smile and think of patchy early 1990s Scottish sketch comedy. Out over Leominster way there's Monkland (a frequently stolen sign, that one).And there's a suburb of Birmingham called Rubery, but unfortunately that's pronounced ROO-berry, and not, like, made out of rubber.

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Ten seconds... the pain begins.

Fifteen seconds... you can't breathe.

Twenty seconds... you give up and turn off the Jeremy Vine show.

In France there are towns called Milly, Billy, Tilly and Silly...
And there's Condom, which is on the River Baise (which also means 'fuck').
And Monteton (My Tit).
Near me Villedieu les Poeles (God's town of the frying pans) and Chevreville (Goat town). Oh, and La Chienne (bitch).

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Where there is great doubt, there will be great awakening; small doubt, small awakening, no doubt, no awakening.

There's a Mochdre near Colwyn Bay, the name means Pig Town. There is also a town in New Zealand called Bulls whose signs are regularly amended with an extra syllable.

Letsby Avenue is in Sheffield. The one in Grimsby is Weelby Avenue...

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Where there is great doubt, there will be great awakening; small doubt, small awakening, no doubt, no awakening.

Apologies - it's LEGSBY avenue in Grimsby. Close enough...

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Ten seconds... the pain begins.

Fifteen seconds... you can't breathe.

Twenty seconds... you give up and turn off the Jeremy Vine show.