Slapping strangers on the train in Britain is a quick way to get stabbed, this girl lucky she didn't lose her shit on the Virgin Voyager between Newcastle and Edinburgh late on a Friday.
Why I stopped going out on a Friday and Saturday night back in the homeland shortly after my 18th birthday. Drinking and poor socialisation skills are beyond irritating.
I wish I could give an extra star for the guy behind the camera having a perfect pair of white trainers.
It's possible to go out, just, but using public transport after 8pm is not something I'd do willingly. There's something about the enclosed space and lack of distractions that triggers the need for arseholes to start acting up.