I come from a small town in southeast England called Sheringham, in the voting constituency of North Norfolk. Picture beautiful sandy coastlines, large stately homes, quaint British towns and a perfectly farmed countryside. Sheringham even has a town crier. Turn the other eye, and you’ve got a large retiree population, extreme lack of racial diversity and the inbred capital of the U.K., where the dialectic “yer getting on ma wick” translates to the rest of the country as “you’re starting to annoy me.” Norfolk was a wonderful, if a little slow-paced, area to grow up.