There is something in this tea

Just that. Ever since my flatmates moved in, they have been giving me tea. Up until this point, I have considered myself a chai person, since the combination of coffee and myself is hazard to both me and society at large, but I find myself swiftly slipping into Irish convertism.

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Upon recieving a dagger wound, traditional Irish warriors were known to exclaim, "Oh that's grand," take their leave of the battlefield and pour themselves a cup of tea.

My Glenomena house family gets along jovially on all but one subject. The great Lyons-Barry debate has, on several occasions, threatened to rift apart the bonds of flat. Personally, I have declined to side in the debate, and have instead devoted my time to musing over the key ingredient of this magnificent tea. I believe it is crack. Let me explain.

Irish people are wont to use the word “craic” (pronounced “crack”) in all manner of expressions, such as “what’s the craic?” (what’s going on?) and “was it good craic?” (did you have a good time?). Somehow, no matter what they do, Irish people always seem to exude happiness. Similarly, show me an Irishman who doesn’t like their tea and I’ll show you an imposter. Therefore, I propose that the general Irish disposition and consumption of tea share a direct correlation. Good tea brews good will. So, whether that substance has a powder or spiritual base, it’s working.