'Chav, please just shut up!'

What is it with the working class (or rather under class) these days? I am not talking about all the working class, of course, but a particular 'group' (is a better way to put it). I refer to these groups as Chavs, Scallies or one of my favourite has to be Scroats (as used by James Stannage who was once a talk show host for Key103 in Manchester, until he was sacked).

I have just been walking home from my village after having a lovely drink and reading the latest issue of Elle, only to be slightly disturbed by a group of ugly, hard-done-by Chavs who decided to ask me a passing question; "Is anyone waiting for you when you get to the end of here?" - Get to the end of where? Whats it got to do with this...'fool' anyway? Where I go, what I do and whoever I am meeting is my business and my business only - why do Chavs feel they have the right to interfere in the lives of others?

There was a case a couple of months back when I go off the bus and some Chav decided to make a comment along the lines of; "You look anorexic" - once again what has it got to do with this 'individual'? Yes I am tall, yes I have skinny legs but whether I eat or do not eat, or have some kind of psychological mental illness such as an eating disorder has nothing to do with this imbecile.

You know what I dread? Summer holidays when all the Chav children are off school (even though they tend to get louder as they get older, it must be because they are losing more brain cells obviously - but I doubt they had many to start with in the first place). During the summer holidays I had a group of Chav teenagers get off a bus (I was wearing a short dress) - but one of the Chav boys decided that he could make a comment; "Nice legs, what time do they open?" - how VERY dare he!!! This was a TEENAGE boy, around fourteen years of age, why on earth did he think he had a right to make such a comment!? At that very moment my bus pulled up, so I shouted at him; "dirty mouth Chav" - his response was; "whaaaaaaat?" A typical Chav response, to be honest he looked rather embarrassed and his friends looked amuse no more.

I know Chavs come from a culture of uneducated parents, council housing, having a love for lots of gold and Burberry - but if the person does not know me then I do not want them to say "hello" never mind make a comment or ask me a question, especially if it is a Chav.

It is even worst when you have to get a bus (like myself, as I am a student and have no other form of transport) and buses always seem to be full of Chavs. And these Chavs are the single mothers with their four (or more) pick and mix children, we have to sit there and listen to these 'things' while they scream, cry and rub their snotty nose on the handle of the seat. While the school children (once again) seem to think it is okay to scream, shout and make comments at other individuals that are on the same bus ride without expecting to be shouted at or if the passengers are extremely lucky one of the passengers might just (fingers crossed) give them a slap.

Do not even get me started on their names, but what has happened to lovely and classic English names like Charlotte and Oliver? Now we have Jodie or Kadi or Taylor or Calvin - *sigh*...or some other stupid made up name like 'Mischalina'. The 'Chav culture' just seems to be getting worst and I wince everytime I have to walk past them (or even share transport with them) because you can guarantee that 98% of the time they are going to say or do something, but to be honest, I just wish they would shut up.