You can't miss them - they have a uniform dress around the country, whether they be in Tunbridge Wells (my town) or Rochdale (recently visited - yuck). The men are all skinny and weedy, are usually accompained by a type of terrier, wear a hooded sweatshirt with the hood up, underneath which is a baseball cap, usually fake Burberry, and lots of sovereign rings. In hot weather they insist on walking around bare chested. The girl chav is usually fat, accompanied by numerous kids from different fathers, wear lots of cheap gold and have their hair pulled up resulting in a "Croydon face lift", and they usally hang around outside Macdonalds and shopping centres (having picked their Giro up). The men have rat like features. When they talk they are very very loud. A very distateful breed. And breed they do. I am convinced there is a chav gene, whereby they only have to look at each other in order to produce offspring. And of course it is our hard earned that enables them to rely on benefits as opposed to working for a living, and their kids generally follow by example. Chav see chav do.