"Very, very rarely" is not as iron-clad as I would like it to be. Can you imagine what would happen if I were sold into slavery? The world would grind to a halt, obviously. And you'd all have to watch Matt going slowly mad. Or quickly mad, probably. And who would give really obvious advice and sort out everyone's emotional dilemmas?

It would be a terrible thing. Best I just take the safe route and have someone drive me.

Especially if I'd be drunk end up getting off at the wrong stop and wandering around god knows where at five in the morning...