chav is a term and concept invented by middle class people so they can voice their natural prejudices now that it's not longer considered PC to do so about Black and Asian folk. They do this because they are frightened by working class people and people from outside the home counties. The brash way the lower orders dress talk and conduct themselves is extremely frightening to anally retentive middle class people from the south of the UK, who are unable to let their hair down and enjoy themselves and are resentful when others do. Chavs only actually exist in sleepy market towns, larger cities normally having their own bespoke term for people who wear training shoes tracksuits and baseball caps, IE Neds in Glasgow, Scallies in L'Pool and something gay like Perries in Manchester. Chavs are normally the sons and daughters of the people who clean, and mend the cars of middle class people, and as such middle class people are obviously better then them. Because middle class people are so frightened of 'chavs' they won't actually express any of this to their faces, instead they choose to do so from the comfort of their own studies on web sites like this and youtube, whilst they eat their supper.
Walk round looking like a WAG (wives & girlfriends)
mainly come from Liverpool...(they do?)
Drink chapagne and have a drug dealer boyfriend!
choose a career in lapdancing,
boobjob is a must!....
Definition of CHAVS.
"Oh my god that Louis Vuitton hand bag must of cost a fortune!?".... "NO five pound from the market, do I look like Colleen now?"
"My Drug dealer boyfriend is paying for my boobjob so I can become a lapdancer"
I hate chavs!.
A short long brown haired bitch whos dad is s drug dealer who flicks her car keys like she owns the place. Her face looks like a weazel and a rat, also very sly amd flirtatious.
Look at weezerat flicking her keys around like she owns the place
Weezerats talking to my my boyfriend what a slut
The inner-city Birmingham of the early Eighties was a tough place for a young black man to grow up. Racial tension exploded in vicious race riots in 1981 and again in 1985. The West Midlands police were regularly accused of over-zealous and heavy-handed behaviour, particularly when it came to the random stop-searching of black youths. There was also an ever-present threat from the far right.more...
It was in this climate that some of the city’s young men began to band together for self-protection. Meeting up in a fast-food restaurant in the Lozells district, the loose-knit group planned to carry out vigilante patrols to protect the community and fight the injustices being overlooked.
One of the founders of this fledgling organisation was fork-lift truck driver Arthur ‘Super D’ Ellis. A good-looking man with the gift of the gab, he had fathered two sons—Nathaniel and Marcus—by the age of 19. His relationship with their mother had ended and by the time Arthur began hanging around with what had been dubbed the Johnson Crew he had moved on to pastures new. His relationship with a pretty girl named Beverley Thomas would also come to an end, but not before she had given him three more children—twins, Charlene and Sophie, and a son, Michael.
As the Johnson Crew grew, so the threat from the far right began to recede. And with unemployment in inner-city Birmingham running at 20 per cent, moving into crime became a way to make a living.
The gang members were very close-knit...