Our prefab is in Twiverton. Go back twenty life spans ago and it was the Rman colony of Twivertonium. A sense of antiquity pervades every nook and cranny. Hardly a month goes by without someone digging up a Roman coffin in their back garden!
In Nicolaus Pevsner's guide to 'North Somerset and Bristol' no less than one third of a page is devoted just to Twiverton! (Admittedly this falls short of the forty-eight pages on Bath, but as Dai 'Tolstoy' Lectic of prefab number one points out "it was quite impossible for Pevsner to miss us out." The one third of a page gives special mentions to the suspension bridge (1837) and the "gloomy-looking" jail (1843).
In Anglo-Saxon times Twiverton was known as Weir Town, and even today you can hear some people using this name. (Although they make the mistake of calling it Weird Town.) Twiverton's assets were sizeable enough to gain a mention in the Doomsday Book. Since then its name has changed a number of times. It has been known as 'Two-ford-town' (which is what 'Twiverton' originally means) and in 1876 it was officially re-named 'Twiverton-on-Avon'. The slick salesman
in the corner prefab sees this as a great missed opportunity. "If only it had been re-named 'Twiverton-upon-Avon' we would be up there with Stratford-upon-Avon and Kingston-upon-Hull."
However adding the word 'Avon' on to Twiverton was not motivated by anything as sordid and shallow as social climbing. It was a desperate last-ditch attempt to stop letters being sent by mistake to Tiverton in Devon. This is something which continues to this day.

Send us our letters back, you pillaging piratical Devonian Tivertonians!

Twiverton is global or it is nothing, and it was at the cutting edge of the industrial revolution. This was where - in 1792 - 'Blue Dye' Bamford and Cooke's opened up their famous mill. The tag of 'Blue Dye' was a result of the blue stains the mill workers ended up being covered with. At least they had jobs to go to. The mill destroyed the livelihoods of the home-based weavers and this left a legacy of political radicalism which survives (in a ghostly form) to this day. While labour historians continue to honour places like 'Red Maerdy/Little Moscow', Chopwell and the Vale of Leven, few of them make reference to 'Tenacious Twiverton'. And it was from 'Tenacious Twiverton' that in 1839 a heavy squad was dispatched to Weston village in support of a Chartist 'votes for the workers!' rally. (Or a 'votes for workers of the male gender' rally.) Even today, members of the Global Ruling Class will turn pale and their hands tremble at the mention of the sans culottes of Twiverton!
In 1840 Twiverton village was sliced open by the building of the Great Western Railway. Train passengers started to glimpse just how bad things were here. Food collections were soon being organised by churches in Bath, and there were times in the 'hungry forties' when it was touch and go whether Twiverton would pull through.
TAOTG (The Age Of Technological Genocide) could yet wipe our species out for good. Three years before a bullet in Sarajavo officially launched the start of TAOTG Mr Edward Hutton had his book published. It was called Highways and Byways in Somerset (1911). This book has never been on sale in any bookshop in Twiverton. This is not simply beacuse there have never been any bookshiops in Twiverton. It is because Edward Hutton's book included the following infamous line: "Twiverton is not to be altogether despised, for it is very old."
Once upon a time residents who lived in grand houses in Georgian crescents and squares would purse their lips and adopt a sniffy tone of voice if the word 'Twiverton' came up in conversation. (Nowadays they ensure it never does.)
In 1805 Jane Austen went on what she called a "pleasant walk" to Twiverton.
Being "a good egg" (a favourite term of the old man) she did not mention despising anything.