A Chav habit I deplore is this ghastly desire to expose ones very pregnant abdomen, complete with distended navel, between a crop-top and a low-slung pair of jeans. I've even seen a navel-piercing proudly displayed on top of the bump like a cherry on a cake. My friend Ronda made me giggle, as she described recently a pregnant lassie so attired walking past Ronda's table in a coffee shop. The first thing she noticed was a profuse bush of ginger pubic hair passing in front of her nose. It rather put her off her scone.