I'm not normally one for threads but I encountered something over the weekend i keep thinking about. Coming home from a club about 3am on Saturday I found a young lad sat on the floor looking upset. I asked if he was okay. "not really" he said, crying. I went over and had a chat He was a fresher and missing his mates back in London. Struggling to fit in. He'd been out with a bunch of Rugby lads, who he was desperately trying to impress and fit in with. He was properly sobbing about embarrassing himself in front of "the hardest lad" in the group.