Aw, bless.
Trouble is, Yeovil is the most irrelevant place on earth. Small farming village, kept alive by the nearby Naval Air Station, itself eternally under the threat of closure due to its own irrelevance. The Naval Air Station has been instrumental in many ways of diluting the local genetic stock and reducing retardation and 17lb babies. Sailors (or more correctly WAFUs - they aren't 'real' sailors) have for years gotten mightily pissed on the local cider variant and ended up in the hay (literally) with some local Hobbit and contributes to better chromosomic variance to stop the locals breeding large-footed goblins, mic-macs and sheep/human hybrids. It's somewhere that, unless you're touching cloth, you'll happily speed through for fear of being stared at in the vast metallic chariot of noise which most call a 'car'. It is also somewhere that although their football team was once moderately successful, the fans have run out of turnips to trade for season tickets at Huish Field. Huish is elven for 'udder'.
Dirty bunch of inbreds.
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