How Not to be a Hitman

With 'Five Years' by Bowie playing, I licked the last of the Christmas pudding off my lips before helping it along with a tot of port. The man across from me does the same. Like looking in a mirror. Must be a hard bastard if he's hung on this long. Not sure I could last like he has. Did I switch the glasses? If not I've fucked this up massi-...