The Chesterfield Chav is unfortunately as predictable as any other, with the preferred hot spot being McDonalds. It’s a particularly good one, as there are three sides of the building exposed to loiter round, all with walls that can be sat on. One of these sides has a row of market stalls adjacent, selling very classy posters of the Simpsons, Athena style dolphin pics and other ‘rayt nice’ stuff to blu tack on the kitchen wall. The rest of the stalls are all similar, ie. £1.99 DVDs etc. Needless to say, the whole area is covered in gob and chewing gum. The crowd is sometimes so big that it spills out into the large open market area, annoying people like me who have to walk round/through the dirty little gits. The other hot spot is the ‘donut’ roundabout, a circular car park with a one way system running all round it. Needless to say, this is where all the boy racers congregate at night to stand about looking at all the ‘normal’ cars going past and sneering because they don’t have half an old bath glued to the front. The only clues left to daytime users of the car park of the previous night’s infestation are the lonely McDonalds cups skittering about in the wind. However, it gets worse. On occasional bank holidays, the car park is used to contain the travelling fair. Chavs congregate there like flies round shit for as many hours of the day as possible, to stand in awe of the UberChavs that work on the waltzers and smear candy floss on their faces while shouting stuff like ‘donna, yer fuckin’ slag, was tha mean ‘e’s gooin art wi’ thee? al fuckin av thi.” etc etc etc. It’s like a gaudy, earsplitting ants nest. and relax.