In writing, as in grilled cheese sandwiches, you must strike while the iron is hot. When the muse taps on your shoulder you put aside your work, drop the weights, abandon the grocery cart, stop whatever you are doing and sit down with pen & paper. Because, if you ignore her tap, tap, tapping at your shoulder on Tuesday, she gets pissy and refuses to come back to you on Friday to reconstruct the post you composed in your head while you were walking the dog.
It was about a punch, well punches in general really, and their history. Alcoholic punches go a long way back into drinking history, having their heyday in London in the late 18th century and making regular appearances in the noblest of houses and clubs through the early 19th.