Commuter Spy: People, people, people Last night, when I arrived at Clapham Junction station, I was greeted by a chilling sight. Normally, when there is travel chaos, the platforms become as busy as a scene from a wartime evacuation flick. But when things get really bad, the opposite happens. People start jumping ship, leaving the platform deserted. Last night, there was barely a soul about. And then I saw him. There he was, in the unmistakable tangerine high-vis jacket of South West Trains. I made my approach - and so did the other people on the platform. In minutes, he was surrounded by a tight knot of angry commuters. "My train didn't stop!" cried one woman. They said it was too full! Well, it's never stopped them before. "There weren't enough carriages, apparently," said a man with a surprisingly l (7/12) oud voice. Disgusting. Health and safety gone mad. What do we do now? As if by some sixth sense, enraged commuters began to appear from nowhere. The crowd grew, and jostled for position, and the m\n in the orange jacket looked actually scared. "People, people," he said, "I'm off duty. I've worked a 10-hour day and I just want to get home, same as you. "But-what-is-going-on?" demanded the woman. He paused for a moment. I think there's ice on the line, people. "What?" said the woman, "didn't they expect a bit of ice in the winter?" There was a chorus of angry agreement, followed by an announcement. There was ice on the line, it said. Trains were delayed by up to 50 minutes. Some were cancelled. South West Trains apologises for any inconvenience caused. When we turned back, the man in the orange jacket was nowhere to be seen. Evidently he feared that he was going to be lynched. And he probably wasn't far wrong. Email: commuterspy@telegraph.co.uk Twitter: @CommuterSpy