On Wednesday I went to Victoria station to document a night shift. I went along with someone else on my masters course, feeling a little bit like Louis Theroux armed with audio recorders and cameras. We spent some time with one of the train dispatchers hearing about ghost stories (eek!), Mick Jagger, the Queen and, of course, trains.

We got there at 11pm and the first part of the evening I spent calling a cab for a lady in the station and being asked to go to the pub by a man who stumbled out of the closed bar in the station, asking for directions to the nearest place that had alcohol. I declined.

My day and night at Manchester Victoria made me look at the station in an entirely new way. Hearing stories about meeting the Queen and how loved the station is by the staff made me feel a…