I have taken to watching spy movies and while doing so having a drink every time the spy has a drink. I match the spies drink for drink.

By the time we get to the big climax scene where the main spy has to fight the fierce opponent in order to win, you know, everything… I am pretty good and hammered.

I slur out to an empty room “I could kick that evil-doer’s ass, right now” and proceed to shadow box and do so until my shadow has knocked me senseless.

I suppose I’ll have to stop watching spy movies.