Whiskey Man’s my friend he’s with me nearly all the time. He always joins me when I drink and we get on just fine. Nobody has ever seen him I’m the only one. Seemingly I must be mad insanity is fun. If that’s the way it’s done. Doctor’s say he’s just a figment of my twisted mind. If they can’t see my Whiskey Man they must be going blind. Two men dressed in white collected me two days ago. They said there’s only room for one and Whiskey Man can’t go. Whiskey Man will waste away if he’s left on his own. I can’t even ring him cause he isn’t on the phone. Hasn’t got a home. Life is very gloomy in this little padded cell. It’s a shame there wasn’t room for Whiskey Man as well. Whiskey Man’s my friend he’s with me nearly all the time. He always joins me when I drink and we get on just fine.