Thursday 16th November 1995

Wrote all day as usual. Im a writer so thats a given. Got some ale in. In the evening, (drunk of course) I phoned Sam! She invited me to go up and I told her 'yes sure, i'll come by plane!' 'A plane?' She asked. 'Not a private one, comercial.' I replied. Sheer madness. I don't know whether she believed me or not but she said she would write with plans on where to go. Went to bed drunk and happy. She sounds okay but then again things never go right for a drunk with girls.