Coordinates: 53°26′37″N 1°56′56″W / 53.4435°N 1.9489°W / 53.4435; -1.9489
Glossop is a market town within the Borough of High Peak in Derbyshire, England. It lies on the Glossop Brook, a tributary of the River Etherow, about 15 miles (24 km) east of the city of Manchester, 24 miles (39 km) west of the city of Sheffield and 32 miles (51 km) north of the county town of Matlock. Glossop is situated near Derbyshire's county borders with Cheshire, Greater Manchester, South Yorkshire and West Yorkshire. It is between 150 and 300 metres (492 and 984 ft) above mean sea level, and uses the tagline "the gateway to the Peak District National Park". Like nearby Buxton, it differs from other areas of the borough in that it is an unparished area, and this distinction defines its boundaries. It has a total resident population of 32,428 according to the 2001 census.
Historically the name Glossop refers to the small hamlet that gave its name to an ancient parish recorded in the Domesday Book of 1086, and then the manor given by William I of England to William Peverel. It refers to the municipal borough created in 1866, and the unparished urban area within two local government wards. The area now known as Glossop approximates to the villages that used to be called Glossopdale, on the lands of the Howard family, Dukes of Norfolk. Originally known as a centre of wool processing, Glossop rapidly expanded in the late 18th century when it specialised in the production and printing of calico, a coarse cotton. Under the benign patronage of the Howards and other mill-owning families the villages became a mill town with many chapels and churches, its fortunes tied to the cotton industry.
[during a police raid on the brothel]::Jones: [to Lennox, a senior police officer] This the woman and these are the premises on which I have kept observation over the last three months. This house has been operating as brothel during that time.::Lennox: You've heard the officer. What have you got to say?::Christine Painter: If I'd known he'd been out there all that time I'd have asked him in for a cup of tea.
[During a raid on the brothel, the police burst into a room and find a man screwing a prostitute]::Policeman: Armed police officers. Stop what you are doing.::Client: [gleefully] I don't care who you are. I'm not stopping now.
[Wing Commander Morten, dressed in a French maid's uniform, is dragged along the corridor to the cells after a police raid on the brothel]::Morten: [yells] I am retired officer of the RAF, twice decorated. I flew two hundred and seven missions over occupied territory - in bra and panties!::Policeman: You're a disgrace.::[the cell door slams shut]::Morten: [yells, with hands on hips] This is no way to treat a lady!
[Being interviewed by the police after the raid on the brothel]::Christine Painter: It's just like a Tupperware party, really. But I sell sex instead of plastic containers. If the wives were willing, I'd be out of a job, wouldn't I? But they go off sex - they'd rather sell Tupperware, ha-bloody-ha. Sex soon goes out of a marriage. I'm a bit old-fashioned, really - I believe in marriage. Men are animals, sexually. They don't talk a *bit* of sense till you've got them de-spunked. Women are more affectionate. They like a bit of affection. Though I've met a few horny buggers in my time. The wife wants a three-piece-suite. If she gave the man sex, he might be more inclined to come across with the three-piece-suite. It may not be a fashionable thing to say, but once you've got him de-spunked, and he's sitting there thinking he's all wonderful - done you a good turn, given you a pair of soggy knickers - in the afterglow of his glory he's more inclined to come across with the Draylon three-piece, don't you think?::Glossop: You could well be right, love, I dunno. Personally, I've been married for twenty years and we still go at it like rabbits.
[At the police station after the raid on the brothel]::Christine Painter: I'm responsible - not the men. You can't expect the men to be responsible. When the balls are full, the brain is empty.
[at the police station after the raid on the brothel, police officers Lennox and Timms are planning to charge Christine]::Lennox: We're looking to make several charges - including possessing obscene articles for gain, selling liquor without a licence, running a disorderly house and keeping a brothel.::Christine Painter: I just perform a service.::Timms: You *will* go down for this.::Christine Painter: I only go down for a price, dear, and I doubt if you could afford it.
Christine Painter: Pass me a tissue, Wing Commander.