Come drive for Uber, where you too can experience the joys of driving home a bunch of shit-faced assholes at 9:00pm, only to immediately turn around and deliver another group to the same bar.

That said, I prefer the groups that start and end their drinking later; They tend to pace themselves and plan ahead a bit, or at least not spend the entire ride bitching about how there aren’t enough drivers.

Occasionally I have to bike to work at like 5am on a Saturday or Sunday morning, and bike past a street with clubs on it. I’ve seen people just getting out of the club. and vomit in the gutter next to the bike lane.

Reminds me of the film After Hours, check it out

apologies to anyone who saw me on the Northern line dressed as a tiger with my makeup mostly run off, my pupils vastly different sizes at 9am on a Sunday morning

I spent many months driving to work at 4.30 am, and every fucking day of the week, there were at least 2 groups of people eating in a kebab shop along the way.