Normally the morning commute in London is a grim, depressing affair in which nobody makes eye contact and pretty much everyone hates each other.
Now and again, though, a tiny ray of sunlight breaks through the clouds of despondency.
Take the TfL announcer in the video above, for instance. In a heroic attempt to inject some life into things, the man announces the next train to Richmond as if he's introducing a prize fighter in a boxing match.
We really hope he does this for every train.
