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When I flew to Florida last year, someone laughed loudly on the plane and called out something like: “Oi, Steve!” across the aisle. Everyone looked round. The air hostess looked shocked and told them to be quiet. He wasn’t served another drink during the flight.
That “incident” was absolutely nothing compared to the din and racket I had to endure on the two hour Eurostar 19:52 journey from Brussels to London last night. A group of men in sport shirts got drunk in the bar, separate to the passenger carriages and next to mine, and proceeded to sing and shout loudly for most of the journey. They were also dancing around the carriage, making it difficult for people to pass, and making comments as passengers went by. Nobody said anything to them. They could do whatever they wanted.
All the passengers in my carriage looked around to see where the noise was coming from. Nobody looked pleased to listen to it. Especially not the mother who had just got her two year old boy to sleep. Not the young woman near me who almost seemed nervous. And not even a couple of middle aged men who muttered to themselves.
But the worst part of it was the reaction by the staff. I approached a female member of staff on the platform at St Pancras, the same woman who had been tallying up the till in the bar, and asked her why nobody had asked them to be quiet. I was amazed that she instantly went on the defensive.
“They were doing nothing wrong, madame,” she said. “The bar is separate to the carriage so we can’t do anything.”
Meanwhile the same group of men were heading to the end of the platform and they were being louder than ever, their songs echoing around the station.
“But you were in there too,” I pressed her. “Did you like being in there with them?”
“They were just having fun in the bar,” she replied. “There is nothing we can do. We are used to it.”
“But being used to it doesn’t make it OK,” I said.
“They weren’t being rude or disrespectful, madame,” she said.
I told her to have a good evening but my blood was boiling. It seemed to escape her notice that I told her explicitly, as a paying customer, that I had been irritated and uncomfortable – yet she told me the men were not being disrespectful or bothering anyone.
I feel really annoyed by the injustice of it. Why am I paying over £100 to listen to people acting like hooligans for two hours when this behaviour wouldn’t be tolerated on a plane or on most other forms of public transport?
People might say that to complain about it is tantamount to being a prude, having a rant, acting middle-aged, being a party pooper or self-righteous. And it’s this attitude that I meet again and again, not just on trains but in everyday life, that if something is brushed off as a bit of fun or a joke then it doesn’t matter, even if it can be seen as rude, disrespectful or even intimidating.
It is not illegal to laugh and sing and have fun at the bar. It’s also not Eurostar staff’s job to ban alcohol or police people who are sport fans. But it is Eurostar’s job to demand these people to have respect for their fellow passengers and keep noise to a certain level, especially when there are women and children around. If staff don’t tell them to be quiet, then I feel I have to do it, and why on earth would I want to tell off a bunch of loud, drunk, adult men?
It is Eurostar’s job to limit the sale of drink, as in any normal bar, to confront this kind of unattractive and frankly thuggish behaviour and to not make passengers feel that they are being spoil sports for not joining in.
I feel cheated, fooled, embarrassed and disgusted. Dylan Sharpe, you have a lot to answer for