The weekend has landed

The weekend has landed. All that exists now is clubs, drugs, pubs and parties. I've got 48 hours off from the world, man - I'm gonna blow steam outa 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 gonna get more spaced out than Neil Armstrong ever did. Anything could happen tonight ya know! This could be the best night of my life! I've 73 quid in my back burner, I'm gonna wax the lot of it; the Milky Bars are on me. Yeah!