“… the Gagrakackan ‘tzjin-anthony-ks’, which kill cows at a hundred paces…”

Gin (and its lethal potential) is a recurring motif in the writing of Douglas Adams.

This was the level of gin hangover I had last Saturday. Gagrakackan. It waited until about 10.30 then settled in, like a deceased bovine atop my skull.

It wasn’t an “enough’s enough” moment, particularly. I’ve had a lot of them and I know they don’t really mean anything. I kind of knew it was coming, though, and that it was a necessary precursor to a cheerio. Me and tzjin-anthony-ks. And all the other spellings and all the other variants.
alcohol

This series of top-ups in the Mortal Bath is going to be about all that.