Isn’t going to be very mad, is it?
In the absence of starting drinking about now, necking twenty pints, inadvisedly snogging Louise from accounts (you’ve not heard the last from her), then being sick on yourself after having an altercation with a lad called Darren outside a kebab house at 2am because he threw a chip at you, whats the maddest thing you’ll be doing today then?
I’m considering buying some nice port to go with all the cheese I bought yesterday. Rock and roll!
Whats the level of the debauchery you’ll be getting up to today then? Lets hear your tales of potential depravity…