Sorry, you just met a chav on the internet. Not all Brits are like that, it's just when you've had a potent kebab after a night out on the cheapest 'spoons lagers, you get a rage the next day that doesn't end when you've done a big poo. You usually see these guys walking around town centres with their shirt off, stained joggers, market quality Nikes sneakers (swoosh peeling off), arms hovering to the sides from invisible lats syndrome, the cheapest deodorant whole can sprayed all over which you can smell down wind a mile away, cheapest silver chains clanging about like loose change. And that 1000 yard stare; You must not give them eye contact until they've made it to Greg's for a steak bake or McDonalds, otherwise you have to endure about 5 minutes of them yelling "what u looking at mate? You gay or something? COME ON THEN U WANT SOME". Masking their sexuality with a bit of fighting talk, but they'd probably fit in nicely at a sportswear fetish night in Vauxhall arches.
Anyway, hope you enjoyed it, good fun that!