Chinley

A village that sits between Whaley Bridge and Chapel en le Frith like a bell end between two tits. It pretends to be posh with its expensive houses and farms but really it’s full of the usual inbred crowds and moronic wannabe chavs.

The best part about it is the A6 leading away, because if nearby Stockport is better, you know it’s just woeful.

The middle aged or older are there for the appearance after inheriting everything from there parents/siblings (same people) while not actually having a pot to piss in and having no concept of the wider world.

The younger men, usually chavs eventually wonder up the road to either Ferodo or PVC for a job where they stay for life never to be seen again or are sacked for sniffing asbestos.

The younger women, upset with the lack of attention from their brothers (who are lurking around sheep) will find a boyfriend in a neighbouring town to cheat on and usually have a fanny like a punched lasagna.