I had a beautiful plan: on the exact the day I thought of writing the ninth post about happy people (and I did write it), the first ‘wet’ bottles of Broken Clock were to appear. But Broken Clock Lingering Vodka chose to prove to me again that I called it thus for a reason: the equipment broke down and my masterpiece decided to linger in its public appearance. Oh well, it was another argument not to take my plans too close to heart. As Fritz Perls wrote: “Don’t push the river, it flows by itself”. This is why I parked myself by the riverside and the stream finally brought the first batch.*
* Loaded on a boat, of course.