On the same train a short while later, having managed to get Vining off him, P-Way was showered with a handful a grit which was collected from, of all things, a P-Way train sat opposite us at Wellingborough. Seconds after I took this he punched me in the throat! We all piled on top of him and locked him in a bog to 'calm him down'! All this culminated with him being FE'd through the grille in the toilet door on the approach to London.

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