As synonymous with London these days as black taxis or red buses, food delivery drivers are visible everywhere as they weave in and out of traffic on their bicycles and mopeds, lugging their branded backpacks through heatwaves and hailstorms. But even though they are visible everywhere, unless their takeaway Big Mac is running late, do people give them any thought at all?
Acton, where I live, is full of young men driving around on scooters carrying Deliveroo or Uber Eats or Just Eat bags, and I worry about them. Thirty or so of them are in a perpetual ever-changing flock around the McDonald’s on the High Street, always with L-plates. Their work looks arduous and precarious, too.
