Years ago i and a full train carriage listened to some wet string balling down the blower to his bird who'd just jumped him. was fucking embarrassing. Top of his voice begging and crying down the phione at 8 in the morning.
I was a drinker at the time and had a bastard of a hangover so iasked him nicely to turn it in or at least keep it down to a decent noise level. Worked for 2 minutes then he started again, balling and begging like a bitch, more words of advice from me was offered.
Still he continued, begging and sobbing, by this stage i had the raving and was cringing. Went over now growling at him- fucking turn it in mate or i'll smash your phone to fucking pieces. Sat back down and he pipes up again so i went over dragged him onto the floor, gave him a dig, took his phone, bounced it off his Swede and stamped it into little pieces to a round of applause and thanks from other passengers.