I was in Cardiff for a rugby match, and had to catch a train back to London that night.the streets were full of people heading for the station so my companion went ahead to the station to queue for the train and I popped into the nearest available shop, which happened to be a fast food joint, to get some bottles of water for the journey.
The place was packed, and there were some men standing behind me. They didn’t seem like genuine fans, and were being massively rude about the winning (home) team. They were shoving and jostling in the queue, and as I kept being shoved towards and banging into thd group in front, I turned around and politely asked them if they would mind not hitting into me, and the group in front turned around and murmured agreement.
They immediately imitated me in a high-pitched mockery of my accent and asked if I was going to “send Daddy and the butler around” if they didn’t stop doing as this pleased. I turned away from them again. and a few seconds later, I felt a hand between my legs, grabbing, tearing a hole in my jeans. I pulled away. “Fat Cunt”, roared one of them.
It got worse.
I fled the shop and approached two (male) police officers and tearfully told them what had happened .
They looked me up and down and asked if I was alone. I told them no, that I was in Cardiff for the day with a friend, and that he was waiting at the station. They advised me to go back to him because he could “look after me”.
At this point I became slightly hysterical and demanded that they follow me to the shop and let me identify these men. They refused, and told me to go on back to my friend, back to London, and forget about it.
It was 4 years ago, and I still haven’t worked up the courage to make a complaint to the Cardiff Police.