The weekend has landed..... all that exists now is pubs, clubs, drugs and parties.
I have got 48 hours from the world man, i'm gonna blow steam out of my head like a screaming kettle, i'm going to talk codshit to strangers all night, i'm going to lose the plot on the dance floor, the free radicals inside me are freakings out 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 backburner and i'm going to wax the lot man.
The milky bars are on me!! yaaaaa!!!!