The place was called Burton, or that’s what we called it, because we had to call it something. There’s an English expression "gone for a burton" which means something has fallen over and broken, or been dropped. No one knows why it means that. The expression just appears in the middle of the twentieth century. It’s never explained. No one knows why it’s suddenly on everyone’s lips. There’s no Usage Zero, no Elbridge Gerry. One day it’s meaningless, the next it’s in the dictionary. And you mostly don’t hear it any more: like "copacetic" and "runcible," it exists only because we say it does, for as long as we say it does. Like Burton itself.