The weekend has landed. All that exists now is work, watching tv, sleep and more work. I’ve got 48 hours to moan about world, man. I’m gonna blow steam out my head like a screaming kettle, I’m gonna talk to customers about there mobile phone needs, I’m gonna lose the plot on the shopfloor. The free radicals inside me are dormant, man! Tonight I’m Phil Droopy, And I’m over worked, I’m going to sleepy-sleepy land with my favourite cushion, man. Lack of sleep is gonna get more spaced out than Neil Armstrong ever could, anything could happen tonight, you know? This could be the worst day of my life. I’ve got £3 quid in my back burner – I’m gonna wax the lot on coffee to keep me awake, man! The Promotional pens are on me! Yeah!