Like most people Emma Barnett tends to stay quiet when strangers fight on public transport. However, this weekend she broke her silence as a drunk Ukip copycat took it one step too far
When strangers start arguing, especially on public transport, you are presented with two choices. One: stay schtum. Two: hold your nose and wade in. Usually as a woman travelling on my own at night, when most fights erupt, I opt for the former.
However, this weekend I went nuclear. A slightly inebriated man in his early twenties burped in his female neighbour’s face on the London Underground. I have no idea whether this was deliberate or not. Either way, the woman, a little older than him with dark hair and olive skin, commented on this gaseous bloke’s terrible manners in perfect English and moved away to the opposite seat.
And with that, this man-child went ballistic: “How dare you tell me what to do? You’re not from this country. I am. You have no right to speak to me like that,” was how it started. But it went on. His jumbled anti-immigration racist rant was interminable. I was starting to feel like I was at a Ukip fringe event. (Indeed, someone shouted out: “This is the Farage effect” from the other end of the carriage).