Stopped time taunts our thirst;
The longest minutes of all,
Waiting for cocktails.
Cocktails, I have decided, are for those who prize the anticipation of a pleasure above its realisation. They are not the order for a thirsty man (or woman). Particularly not in Beijing, where a twenty-storey office block can usually be constructed in less time than it takes many barpersons to assemble an Old-Fashioned or a Mint Julep. Sigh.
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