For the benefit of non-British readers … An education …
From the Oxford Advanced Learner’s Press
chav /tæv/ noun (BrE, slang) a young person, often without a high level of education, who follows a particular fashion: There are always loads of chavs hanging round the shopping centre. Chavs usually wear designer labels, and if they’re girls, very short skirts and stilettos. Chavs still see branded baseball caps as a status symbol and wear them at every opportunity.
” src=”http://www.oup.com/elt/global/products/oald/images/psym.gif” width=10> adj. [only before noun]: The bus was full of chav kids. chav girls with their big gold jewellery.
Chav – Sub species of human
You can spot a chav because they’re generally wearing baseball caps, something in Burberry, white trainers, lots of [pretend] gold *bling bling* jewellery, a fag in one hand, a toddler under each arm [usually before the age of sixteen], lots of make-up and little skirts [chavettes only, it would be far too gay for chav-men to wear those] … plus they don’t work, don’t do too well in school, stand on street corners screaming obscenities at passers-by and each other, are usually [but not always] working class, have no respect for authority … yadda yadda yadda.
The centre where I work is probably about 90% chav / -ette [and that’s just the staff ].
There’s even a book about them …
A typical conversation between a couple of chavette’s at my school might go something like this:
Oi, feckin’ Kylie, wot ya doin’ sat’day nite?
Oh ah don’t know Chels-eee, I fort you and me woz gonna diggin’ it at da disco, ya know?
Waaaayne woz finkin’ we woz gonna go dahn town an’ spit at people. Aw shite, we got that cruisin’ goin’ dahn ain’t we? I’ll ‘ave ta get a babysitter for ma little DJ Ruff Ziggy Da Bomb.
Bring ‘im with ya Chels-eee ma slag. Dintcha buy ‘im that Burberry car seat ta go wiv ‘is Burberry baby jacket, like?
Awww, yeh. ‘E looks jus like ‘is dadda in dat. Ok, I’ll bring da beer. Can I b’row ya teeny skirt wot jus covers me bum?
I love them. Without them in my life there would be no humour. And I wouldn’t have a job that I adore … *grin*
And in other news …
It snowed. It settled for a good two hours. It went away. It snowed again. For five hours solid. It tried to settle. But obviously didn’t like the ground. So it just disappeared. At least the tarmac and the grass have both been thoroughly watered.
I am bloody chilly.
The Blokey has just informed me that he might have to go away on business. Only within the UK but it may mean being away overnight. Shucks. I get paranoid when left alone for too long …
We’re looking at digital camera’s to replace my crappy little feeble one. It may become an early birthday present. Yay!
There’s bad things going down at work. I should join a Union. I should be in a Union anyways what with the danger of stupid chav / -ette children deciding that they want to get staff into trouble … in today’s climate it only takes one word in anger and an innocent teacher/teaching assistant can be suspended and may become unemployable within the education sector. Boo. Sucks.
I’m still bloody chilly.
please God bless my exciting life xxx Elsabeth