I had a nice relaxing nightshift, picking up drunks from kebab shops (why they don't just pass out in their own homes I'll never understand) and making “Maternitaxi” runs across half of London for people who are not going to give birth within the next 16 hours.
This means I've had a nice quiet night with no trouble, which means I get to go home with a skip in my step and a song in my heart.
However, that all went horribly wrong when I went home and saw this on the BBC newsite.
And of course this.
…Can I be first in line to torch a teenager.