That was me. Sorry. It started as a bit of banter but then I saw my reflection in his Rolex and saw red so I started laying into him. I wanted to take his eye out but I only got as far as breaking his nose.
I saw him on The Only Way Is Essex and I know he can handle himself as he was training for a boxing match so I had to keep my wits about me. He's no pushover let me tell you.
He was begging me to stop but I couldn't pull myself off him. Eventually the trolly dolly managed to barge us both with his assorted snack cart and we fell to the ground, where Mark made his escape to the refuge of the toilets, you know the ones with the revolving doors.
I feel I've let myself, the club and most importanly Scotrail down with my antics. I'll try to not let it happen again.