"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 out of my head like a screaming kettle. I'm going to talk codsh1te to strangers all night. I'm gonna lose the plot on the dance floor. The free radicals inside me are freaking, man. I'm goin' to Never Never Land with my chosen family. We're gonna get more spaced out then Neil Armstrong ever did. Anything could happen tonight..."
