You just reminded me of a incident, in the 60s I was walking down Willesden Lane one night with a load of lads, Across the road was two suited skinheads that must of strayed into the manor, straight away the blokes i was with ran over and started knocking them about, one bloke who was with us got the lads vent of his suit and ripped it up to his neck, I got to say i was shocked, i thought you cnut give the bloke a hiding but to purposely rip his suit. even to this day it sticks in my mind. The bloke who did the ripping was one horrible scruffy cnut. I cant even remember why he was with us that night, because we all hated him. fcuk him.
If I'm honest... it used to be me who was usually on the receiving end.
I couldn't - and probably still can't - fight sleep.