Noun. A member of the travelling community that wakes you up by knocking on your door and trying to sell you something useless. It is usually an old lady who will be flanked by angry looking young men, she will be carrying some pegs and heather, perhaps some gravel freshly picked up from the street, all of which will be described as "lucky". Refusal of purchase will result in a curse being issued and your windows put through later in the day.

Inhabitant of a typical run down council estate comprising of identikit semi-detached houses with stone chipped walls complete with rotting window and door frames. Hi-rise flats and maisonettes are also often found in these appalling shit holes which can be found in almost any city in the UK.
A Ronker’s home will usually stink of dog & cat piss and carpets will be thread bare; the original fabric pattern almost totally lost in the thick black greasy grime trodden into the ancient carpet. Other furniture will equally be worn and dirty, often most of it stolen out of skips and the council dump.
Ronker homes are easily spotted from the outside with the main giveaway being the 3 feet long grass in the garden with car engines, old mattresses and televisions with the screen put through amongst it all. Finally, to top it off, copious amounts of dog excrement can be found on the garden path and around the front door.

Appearance wise, a Ronker can be spotted in the wild by the greasy hair, dirty skin and clothes and generally scruffy appearance. When in close proximity, you will find that they typically smell of a mixture of body odour (because they never get a bath) dirt, chip pan grease etc. They will usually have more than the average offspring which grow into chavs due to their parent’s lack of education, alcohol addiction and complete lack of any skill to enable them to get a job. Their language consists of the average commoner’s vocabulary stringing sentences togethe...