One Christmas in Amsterdam, in a bar frequented by British Soldiers and Oil Men, I was challenged to a drinking contest by an American Guy, he drank bourbon and I drank whisky. After thirty mins or so I started to see rainbows and nodded to a friend who came and stood behind me, I then leaned backwards on him and that worked for the next ten mins. Then my friends wife walked in and he rushed to hold the door for her, and I fell off the stool thus loosing the bet. The moral of the story is dont trust others and take a taxi this christmas
