… one, two, three, four, five.

As he finished the last one, he called to the barman and ordered four more.

The barman served up four shots and the bloke downed them… one, two, three, four. He belched, swayed a little on his stool, but ordered three more. And again he knocked them back… one, two, three.

“Two shots, mate!” he called.

The barman served him two shots and down they went… one, two.

“One shot, sssir!”

The barman served him one but the bloke just sat there, staring at it, trying to focus. Then he told the barman, “You know, it’sh ssstrange, but the lesssh I drink, the drunker I feel!”