I love my job. It involves the choo-choo trains in London that everybody hates, but the people that use them hate us even more.

If only they knew how much we hated them. It's not nice being called a 'c*nt' or a 'w*nker' everyday, being sworn at constantly and getting a tirade of abuse, just because they left late for work anyway and never had enough money for their ticket to begin with.

So, sometimes, when I'm feeling really down and am in the sidings, getting ready to change ends and head back into Central London, I open up all the train doors on both sides and let in all the cold wind and air so that they all feel the coldness around themselves.