Back on nights, the only highlight of Sunday was the strange man shouting and trying to hit the CCTV cameras with an umbrella on the other platform at EPP. Maybe he was protesting against the rise of the “Big Brother” society.

The Station Super had given up trying to coax him across to the “ticket office” side and had called BTP to deal with him. I’m certainly glad I didn’t pursue a career on stations, the last thing I’d want to be doing late on a Sunday night is waiting on my own for assistance to remove yet another nutter so I could shut up shop.