Once I could be considered a chav, although not the Council House And Violent bit but the tracksuits and hoodies, standing around in tight groups looking menacing, being slightly thuggish to Emos etc (although being a smal town in Devon it was hardly anything major). But I grew out of it when me and my friends got a sense of style and stopped wearing tracksuits and hoodies.
What I did learn, however, is how to deal with arseholes and that is by ignoring them 'till they land a finger on you and then informing the relivant authorities (be it a tougher friend, the police, teacher, family member). Always worked for me
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