
You’ve been there. We’ve all been there.
Perhaps you were at a party or a concert. On a packed train. At your local fireworks display. Maybe you were at your child’s football game, or maybe you were at the real thing.
And there’s a dangerous man. And he’s swearing and yelling, infecting everyone’s experience, polluting the atmosphere with an edge of anxiety and uncertainty. Inserting a sharp sliver of danger into what’s supposed to be a shared experience to enjoy.

We’ve all been there, sitting in that paralysing place between knowing you should speak up, but being terrified of what will happen if you do.