The Back Streets of Dr Coat Hanger is a colossal, genial nation, renowned for its state-planned economy, punitive income tax rates, and suspicion of poets. The compassionate, democratic population of 4.03 billion Dr Coat Hangerians are free to do what they want with their own bodies, and vote for whomever they like in elections; if they go into business, however, they are regulated to within an inch of their lives.

The large, socially-minded, outspoken government juggles the competing demands of Welfare, Education, and Healthcare. The average income tax rate is 57.9%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The sizeable but stagnant Dr Coat Hangerian economy, worth 59.0 trillion back street cents a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. However, for those in the know, there is a slick, highly efficient black market in Information Technology, Tourism, Cheese Exports, and Pizza Delivery. The private sector mostly consists of enterprising ten-year-olds selling lemonade on the sidewalk, but the government is looking at stamping this out. Average income is 14,644 back street cents, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Court cases mostly involve lawyers shouting questions at witnesses giving silent shrugs, summer science camps are regularly raided by narcotics police, some Dr Coat Hangerian athletes have defected to Blackacre after being denied the chance to compete in international sporting events, and the government's official stance on religion is that it is so very silly. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Dr Coat Hanger's national animal is the cat, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Dr Coat Hanger is ranked 277,035^th in the world and 154^th in Hell for Largest Gambling Industry, scoring -7.92 on the Kelly Criterion Productivity Index.