The Weekend has landed. All that exists now are drugs, pubs, friends and parties. i’ve got 24 hours from the world man, i’m gonna blow steam off my head like a screaming kettle. I’m gonna talk Codshit to strangers all night, i’m gonna lose the plot on the dance floor, the free radicals inside me are freaking man, tonight i’m Jip Travolta, I’m Peter Popper, i’m going to never never land with my chosen family man, we’re going to get more spaced out than neil armstrong ever did. Anything could happen tonight, this could be the best night of my life you know. I’ve got 73 quid in my back burner and i’m going to wax the lot man.
The Milky Bars are on me!