For anybody who things Yeovil is a sleepy West Country hollow have a look at this

This is just for fun but some might find it amusing.

The folk duo Show of Hands did a good song about Yeovil a few years ago and I will reproduce the lyrics here. You might think characters like this would only be found in Liverpool or Manchester, or Wellington Street...but no.
Show of Hands are not a fingers in the ears, sea shanties folk duo. A long way from that!
Phil and Steve are West Country lads and the song is written from personal experience, not made up.

It was ten years ago, we did a show, in a pub in Yeovil town
but no one came we were packing in the rain, hungry, we went to look around
It was late and dark we stopped and we parked
by a chippy in a one way street
We hadn't ordered before in through the door
came a nightmare swaying on his feet
He was about my size red around the eyes
smelling of glue and beer
A dotted line across his throat, "cut here" said the note
I thought "I'd rather not be here"
He came into my space a foot from my face I took my right hand slowly from my coat
But he wasn't that slow "are ya gonna 'ave a go, are you man or a mouse" and I quote
In Yeovil town

Well the scars on his head went well with the web of the Spiderman tattooed on his ear
My heart in overtime pumped a heady red wine of anger, adrenalin and fear.
Then in from the rain a heavy metal couple came, the frozen moment passed
Our order arrived I pushed him aside and we were outside looking through the glass
With our food in our laps staring at the maps searching for the way out town
Then round the bend came our new friend, Phil said "lets run the ******* down"
That night in Yeovil, in Yeovil town

Well we started up the car, he wasn't too far away, staggering in the middle of the road
I saw the fright in the white headlights oh God we only just slowed
He put his hands out, gave the front a clout and seeing it was us inside
Threw his chips on the floor staggered round to my door
And that was the moment the engine died
That night in Yeovil, in Yeovil town

I was struggling with the lock he was picking up a rock finally the engine fired
We sped into the night, we hadn't touched a bite, you know we nearly retired

Well the moral of this song, it won't take long
You might want to write this down
Don't tempt fate, never eat late and stay away from Yeovil town
Don't tempt fate, never eat late and stay away from Yeovil town.