See...now that sort of comment is the last refuge of scoundrels Buster.
Are you up for the wager... or not?
It's not like I stand to gain anything from any of it, in fact I'm on a hiding to nothing.
Best case scenario for me is that you buy someone else a snazzy bottle of Kentucky's finest and throw yourself on the mercy of the Court...so to speak.
Worst case is that I have to shell out for your nosebag session.
Hmmmmm.
I sense that a further sweetener is required.
How's this then?
If you're right then not only is it dinner on me but I drop my dacks in the middle of Pitt St Mall on Friday at lunchtime and sing 'Hey Big Spender' by Shirley Bassey.
Shop around, I'm telling you here and now...you will not beat that offer.