life of a chav

I have the misfortune of living next to a chav den. this in it's self is reason enough to burst in with bats and torches and level the area with napalm.
but it has also given me an insight in to the life of a chav.
so here goes:

The conception
one night during a chav convention, celebrating her 13th birthday the mong/ minger mother gets drunk on the buckfast or other suitable chavvy drink and spreads here herp ridden beaver to the world, the male chav's smelling her minging snatch are drawn in to the dung pot, the more sti's there are the more attracted the male chavs will be.
seconds later the hord of chavs finished there mating.
Due to the lack of IQ the masses of chavs have no idea what a condom is, never mind how to use one.
conception was achieved

the little criminal is born
around 9 months later, IT IS BORN! while a new born could be anything having a chav for a parent condems that child to a life of ignorance, inbreading and eventually becoming a chav it's self.
since the female chav has no idea who the father is she claims money off the dole, and the 500 pounds you get for having a baby off the dole as well, most likely to spend on a new tatoo are some smack.
all the time recieving a council house and not working and getting fat.

as the little chav grows it is amersed in a world of inbreading, drink, fighting and drugs which is encouraged by the chav parent untill the child is brain washed enough to go stealing for the parent since they can't be arrested.

the child is now early teens, while still living with said fat chav parent
begins the process again while sleeping with parent to try and make the next generation of knuckle dragging, sti ridden, chav