The Royal Victoria Docks side of the cable car is a strange place: windswept, with very few people to be seen; almost peaceful – the expanse of flat water is quite serene – but for the planes in and out of City Airport. Then you notice the so-bland-they’re-barely-there office blocks, and it starts to feel a little sinister. What are all these people doing, tucked here out of the way, in buildings with few clues as to their ownership? One thing I realise: it makes my workplace in Aldgate seem almost glamorous.