I can remember when I was about 14 and my mum took me to the Riflemans in Blaenavon for a night out. All night, a woman was watching us as we had a few drinks and danced the night away. This woman was constantly trying to dance with mam and was getting over friendly, but we just lauged it off. When it was time to leave, this woman followed us from the pub to all the way home. We went inside and a few minutes later, there was a knock at the door. Mams partner at the time answered it and it was the exact saem woman. She asked "I the Lady of the house home?" and the answer she received was "Yes my girlfriend is home" and had the door slammed in her face.