While visiting a lady friend for tea and bickies we went out in Ashford. While sporting Shit Kicker boots, leather trousers and other scary stuff including dark Buff and Oakley Monster Dog sunglasses no less than two children ran away and started crying. I didn't do anything to them, they just saw me and ran. We then went out for a spot of afternoon shopping and visited a posh duvet shop when some teenage girl turned and said to her mother/guardian, "What's with The Terminator?" followed by her mother giving me an evil look. "Even The Terminator needs fresh bed linen, dear." Fucking chavs.