Early Saturday evening.
A Southern train from the south coast to London Victoria. I'm about the only person in the last carriage of maybe 8.
A bunch of male youths enter the carriage, walk to the end, and sit in the first class area. They are mildly anti social (noisy, loud music, larking about).
At a stop, they letch & cat call at a pretty girl on the platform. Thankfully, she doesn't notice.
The guard enters, checking tickets. He sees them at the end in first class, hesitates, decides not to approach them, and leaves. I don't blame him.
Later, the guard comes back, and quietly sits at the far end of the carriage. I'm hoping he's called ahead for reinforcements.
However the youths (& I) alight at East Croydon.
A Southern train from the south coast to London Victoria. I'm about the only person in the last carriage of maybe 8.
A bunch of male youths enter the carriage, walk to the end, and sit in the first class area. They are mildly anti social (noisy, loud music, larking about).
At a stop, they letch & cat call at a pretty girl on the platform. Thankfully, she doesn't notice.
The guard enters, checking tickets. He sees them at the end in first class, hesitates, decides not to approach them, and leaves. I don't blame him.
Later, the guard comes back, and quietly sits at the far end of the carriage. I'm hoping he's called ahead for reinforcements.
However the youths (& I) alight at East Croydon.