'As my friend toppled over at the lights, I realised cycling home after the pub wasn't a good idea': Cycling, alcohol, and the law

Bikes parked outside a pub in Dublin.

Wobbling up to the traffic lights as they turned red, I managed to brake before I crashed into the back of my friend’s bike.

As our brakes squeaked in unison, we burst into peals of laughter. Our bodies shaking with the apparent hilarity of our bicycle choir.