Wild Angles
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Tea
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SPEAKER_00Today's theme is tea. Hi, I'm Anna, and I'm thinking about tea. I love a huge mug of tea several times a day. But when I'm thinking about tea, I can just hear someone saying, I'm just going home to have my tea. What does they mean? They mean a meal. Like supper or dinner, a hot dinner when they come in from work, actually about five or six o'clock in the UK. Where does that fit in with high tea? Well, there was a seventh Duchess of Bedford in 1840 who kind of made this become a bit of a crazor fashion because she would eat her lunch at midday and then got hungry while I'm waiting for a supper at eight o'clock. And she would ask her servants to bring her big wedges of bread and butter and cakes with a nice pot of tea. And then she would invite her friends around, and it basically became very fashionable and to the point where people would dress up, they'd have the big long gloves, and it became something that you would invite your friends around two or three days beforehand. And it was only ever supposed to be a sort of a quick half an hour occasion. They'd even have loose-fitting dresses, not surprising with all those cakes. Uh called tea dresses. And the idea was that you it was only light conversation, and then you would even go along to the next person's tea gathering. A bit like the sort of precursor for a modern-day pub crawl. Sounds quite fun actually with all those cakes. That became the afternoon tea. Now there's two types of teas as well: there's a low tea and a high tea. I always thought the high tea was posh. I thought it was because the cakes, cucumber sandwiches, um, coronation chicken sandwiches were piled up on those sort of pyramidal stacked plates like some kind of lift. But no, a high tea was because it was served on a high table for dinner with high chairs. And actually, the high tea, what we consider high tea with the cakes now, was actually for the lower classes, lower working classes. Um, because they were coming from work, be exhausted after a day in the factory. So this is after sort of the Industrial Revolution, and you know, cakes it wasn't substantial enough, so they'd have a hot dinner, which they would call their tea, and this was called a high tea, as opposed to a low tea, which would be more of the the the sandwich and the tea variety on a low table, like a coffee table and for a light snack. So that was quite interesting, but we often don't hear the term low tea now, and it's changed to a high tea. So which was working class. The the high tea would be served so it'd be a hot supper, so more than just the cakes, with a really strong pot of freshly brewed tea to stop the labourers flagging so they had felt like they had some leisure time before going back to the grind the next day. So there you go. And on this note, I would like to introduce my song, which is Right, said Fred by sung by Bernard Cribbins. He and his labourers certainly enjoy a decent cup of tea, and I'm just glad that they are not the removal men at my house.
SPEAKER_13Right, Steadfred, both of us together one each ending steady as we go. Right to shift it, couldn't even lift it. We was getting nowhere, and so we had a cup of tea, and right said Fred, give a chop of Charlie, up comes Charlie from the floor below. After straining, even complaining, we was getting nowhere, and so we had a cup of tea, and Charlie had a thing, and he thought we all to take off all the handles, and the things what held the candles, but it did no good well. I never thought it would all right, said Fred. I have to take the feed off to get them feed off, wouldn't take them out. It's feed off, even took the feet off, should have got us somewhere, but now South Fred's dead, let's have another cup of tea, and we said right out. Oh, right, said Fred, have to take the door off the most fight to shift the sound out. Bad fat twins, we're striking off the inches, and it's got us nowhere. And so we had a cup of tea, and right said Fred, have to take the wall down, that fellow is gonna have to go. Broke the wall down, even with it all down, we was getting nowhere, and so when we had a cup of tea, and Charlie had to think, and he said, Look, Fred, I've got a soul, a feeling if we remove the ceiling with a rope or two, we could drop the blood through. Oh right, said Fred, climbing up a ladder.
SPEAKER_19Hello, I'm Scott. Imagine, if you will, a quiet kitchen counter at six AM, a sleek steaming cup of coffee, and a delicate cup of tea. Look at you, T, still steeping. Darling, the sun is up, the emails are piling, and the world is demanding a pulse. I'm already halfway through a spreadsheet, and you're still trying to decide if you're tranquil or serene. People don't want tranquility at 7 a.m. They want a lightning bolt to the frontal lobe. I'm the fool of the modern age. I am the reason the Renaissance happened. Without me, the Industrial Revolution would have been a long nap. And look where all that fuel has gotten them. Jittery hands, heart palpitations, and a crash at 3 PM that feels like falling off of a cliff. You're a sprint coffee, loud, aggressive, and frankly a bit bitter about it. I am the marathon. I've been the drink of emperors and monks for five thousand years, while you were still a goat herder's discovery. I don't em demand attention. I invite it. I provide calm alertness. You provide panic with a purpose. Calm alertness is just a fancy way of saying I'm not doing anything. I'm the smell of a bustling Italian piazza. You're the smell of a damp wool blanket in a library. When a writer has a deadline, they don't reach for a camomile, they reach for the dark, oily soul of the bean. I'm the grind, the hustle, the shot. You're a pinky up suggestion. You're so loud because you're so small. You're over in two gulps. I am a ritual. I am the British Empire, the Japanese ceremony, the Moroccan hospitality. You're a drive-through window, and I'm a conversation. People come to you to get away from themselves. They come to me to find themselves, and let's be honest, half the time they have to drown you in steamed milk and caramel just to stand the sight of you. That's orchestry, latte art. It's it's a disguise. I'm beautiful in a clear glass with nothing but hot water. I am the leaves of the earth You're just burnt toast in liquid form. Fine. Maybe I'm a bit intense, but I admit it. When they really w need to wake up, when the world is heavy and the eyes are drooping, who do they call? They call you. But when they want to remember why they're awake in the first place, they come back to me.
SPEAKER_05Your sister's in jail. Maybe you failed out of college, but hey, life goes on. And we've all got the right to be wrong.
SPEAKER_15Hello, my name's Michael Stipe. I want to talk to you about tea and how much I well, I was gonna talk to you about how much I don't like tea, but I thought that might be a bit negative. So I decided to talk to you about something else. But the reason I don't like tea is um simply when I was younger my mother used to make me tea and I never liked the taste. I've just got back from a remote island in the middle of the Atlantic called the Azores. I went there with my work. I support people with autism to have holidays, and this was a planned holiday. Uh we had took a small group there. Now the Azores, unbeknown to me, has tea plantations on the island. Our first day on our itinerary was to visit a tea plantation. The tea plantation was fairly small. It was a white building, one floor set on a hill overlooking the sea. It was in the middle of lines and lines of short hedges, bright green. We were taken into the factory by a tour guide and he showed us around the tea plantation, giving us a commentary on the history of the factory, how tea was grown in the fields, and the income that it brought into the local economy. But after the guided tour, we were allowed to do some tea sampling. So all of our group were enthusiastically trying tea, and they said to me, Come on, do you want to try some? And I was you know what, I don't really like tea, but I'll give it a go. And one of the tea samples that we had was green tea. And when I tried green tea here uh at home, I was like, oh, it just tastes like dishwater. But I tried this green tea, and to my surprise I really liked it. This is really nice, and I had a second cup. So that that was a big surprise for me to actually enjoy a cup of tea. But afterwards, when we were in the cafeteria uh having a sandwich, the tour guide came up to me and said, That lady there's the owner. She's a descendant of the family that started the factory um back in 1893 or whenever it was, and she's eighth generation. Her name was Magdalena. So I thought I'd go up to her and I just thought, I'll just say hello. And I tapped her on the shoulder and she looked at me. I just want to say thank you for showing us around this lovely tea factory of yours. Our clients have really enjoyed it. And I explained about the nature of our group, and she's she just nodded at me and she just said, Wait there. Um and she disappeared. And the guide, who's called Roy, said to me, She's gone off to get you something. So I waited a couple of minutes and she came back with her arms full of packets of tea. And she said, This is good for your brain. And she gave me a packet. And sh all of the our clients came forward and she gave each one of our guys a packet of green tea. The same, in fact, green tea that I had tasted. And obviously, everyone was very grateful, it was a nice moment. And um she said, it's good for the autism. Now I don't know, I think culturally, um, in the island of the Azores they have a slightly different approach, probably considered old-fashioned in Britain, to autism. But I appreciate the sentiment, it came from a good place, and it made the guys really happy. So thanks, Magdalena, um, for your generosity. Uh, it really made our clients day. As I left the Azores a week later on the plane, we took off and I looked down to the coast and I could see the factory like a small matchbox surrounded by lavender type fields of tea. And it was such a beautiful sight next to the blue sea. So that was my story on tea, and when it comes to picking a song, I wasn't sure which one to choose because I don't really take much notice of songs that had tea in it. Um, but there's one song that I really like that does mention tea, and it's a song called No Rain by Blind Melon.
SPEAKER_09I like watching the bottles cover. It's not sick. I just want someone to send me when you went, you know I like to keep my cheeks. So sweet I don't understand why I sleep already when I start to complain when there's no idea what to stay with.
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SPEAKER_14When I first met my wife, I was in my early twenties. I was a confident, partying, sporty young fellow. I wanted to give her the impression that I was also quite sophisticated. My mysterious hidden side, if you like. During one late night conversation, she mentioned that she really liked a good old-fashioned British cream tea. I agreed, pretending that I knew exactly what she was on about, and I'd had many in my past. Over the next few days, I made it my mission to find where the best local cream teas were available. I found a good one and decided the next weekend I would take her there. I picked her up and immediately said, Today we're going on a surprise. Spontaneous as well as sophisticated, eh, Gary? I drove to this quaint little cottage in the countryside. They had about half a dozen chairs and tables set out with gingham tablecloth in the garden with a little stream running down the side, if I remember correctly. All very quaint. After all, while we were enjoying the spring sunshine, happy, chatting, and a little flirty, I imagine. We waited for our much anticipated cream teas to be brought to us. When they arrived, I took charge, letting the tea brew in the pot before sploshing it around a few times like a professional, and then pouring it into the two cups in front of us. I then proceeded to take both the teaspoons and scoop two spoonfuls of the chilled potted cream, and with a satisfied smile on my face, I put one scoop in each of our cups. I looked up at my date. She had a bemused look on her face. After a second or two, I asked, Is everything okay? I had no idea at that stage that anything had happened. She burst out laughing at the situation and asked me, Have you really done this before? I had to sheepishly admit that no, I hadn't. I had just presumed that a cream tea was just that. A cup of tea with posh cream instead of milk. With a nice warm scone and a snack bonus. I laugh about it now, and I must have done something right, and she is now my wife. But I always think of this when I see any sign or mention of cream teas. Obviously, found out in the most blatant fashion. Thinking about songs about tea was difficult. A bit like the songs about the white powdery substance we often put in it. There are many jokes about white sugar, but jokes about brown sugar, demorera. Thank you. Anyway, luckily for me, a song that I've been listening to for many years is one of them. This song was written by the band's bass player and recorded in 1971. This also tells the true story of a man meeting a beautiful woman who later went on to become his wife. The song has been described as charmingly naive, which I really like. I hope you enjoy Golf Girl by Caravan as much as I have.
SPEAKER_04Standing on a golf course, dressed in PVC, I chanced upon a golf girl selling cups of tea. She asked me, did I want one? Asked me with a grin. But rubber, you can buy one. All right to the brim. So of course I had to have one. Fact, I ordered three. I could watch the gold girl see she wanted me and laid her on the gold goal after drinking tea started running go ball She protected me when I was bow yourself under a drill She kissed me on the go on the goal Standing on a cocoa rest in BBC I chanced upon a cocoa selling cups of tea Ask me did I want one Ask me with a grill With throw bunch you can buy one for I tell the frill So of course I had to have one in fact I ordered three so I could watch the gold girl see she fancied me and laid her on the go-call.
SPEAKER_01A nice cup of tea by George Orwell. If you look up tea in the first cookery book that comes to hand, you'll probably find that it is unmentioned, or at most you'll find a few lines of sketch instructions which give no ruling on several of the most important points. This is curious not only because tea is one of the mainstays of civilization in this country, as well as in Australia and New Zealand, but because the best manner of making it is subject to the most violent of disputes. When I look through my own recipes for the perfect cup of tea, I find no fewer than eleven outstanding points. And perhaps the two of them, there'll be pretty general agreement, but at least the four others are acutely controversial. Here are my own eleven rules, every one of which I regard as golden. First of all, one should use Indian or Silanese tea. China tea has virtues which are not to be despised nowadays. It is economical and one can drink it without milk. But there is no stimulation in it. One does not feel wiser, braver, or more optimistic after drinking it. Anyone who has used that comforting phrase, a nice cup of tea, invariably means Indian tea. Secondly, the tea should be made in small quantities, that is, in a teapot. The tea out of an urn is always tasteless, or army tea made in a cauldron that tastes like grease and whitewash. Thirdly, the pot should be warm beforehand. This is better done by placing it on the hob than by the usual method of swinging it out with hot water. Fourthly, the tea should be strong. For a pot holding a quart, if you're going to fill it in into the brim, six heat teaspoons would be about right. All true tea lovers not only like their tea strong, but like it a little stronger each year that it passes. Fifthly, the tea should be put straight into the pot, no strainers, muslin bags, or other devices to imprison the tea. Sixthly, one should take the teapot to the kettle and not the other way around. The water should be actually boiling at the moment of impact, which means that one should keep it on the flame while one pours. Seventhly, after making the tea, one should stir it or better give the pot a good shake afterwards allowing the leaves to settle. Eightly, one should drink tea out of a good breakfast cup. That is a cylindrical type of cup, not the flat shallow type. And with the other kind, one's the tea is always half cold before one has well started on it. Ninthly, one should pour the cream off the milk before using it for tea. Milk that is too creamy always gives tea a sickly taste. Tenthly, one should pour tea into the cup first. This is one of the most controversial points of all. Indeed, in every family in Britain, there are probably two schools of thought on the subject. The milk first or can bring forward some fairly strong arguments, but I maintain that my own argument is unanswerable. This is that by putting the tea in first and stirring it on the pour, one can exactly regulate the amount of milk, whereas one is liable to putting too much milk if one does it the other way around. And lastly, tea unless one is drinking it in the Russian style should be drunk without sugar. I know very well that I'm in a minority here. But still, how can you call yourself a true tea lover if you destroy the flavour of your tea by putting sugar in it? It would be equally reasonable to put pepper or salt. Tea is meant to be bitter, just as beer is meant to be bitter. If you sweeten it so that you are no longer tasting the tea, you're immediately tasting the sugar. You can make a very similar drink by dissolving sugar in plain hot water. Like George Orwell, I also enjoy a nice cup of tea. And most of all, I enjoy sharing one with my mother, catching up with her, talking about this and that. Corney Barness Anonymous Club reminds me of the air of familiarity which you can create when sharing a nice cup of tea with someone.
SPEAKER_06We can see close in the dark. Your a month's friends, and we don't need all the lunch.
SPEAKER_17For the more purist and Vietnamese native speakers. And we offer tea as part of our range of drinks, amongst other things. And my favourite is the jars and flower tea. And essentially it's a perfect little ball sphere. We have them in these jars. We've got a green one. Sorry, green tea one, and then a ULAN or something. I think it's called that, but we never remember the top. So I can't remember the name of it. And this is always the recommendation if someone they want a tea, I'll go for that one. And why do they take the jasmine tea? Because it smells great. And on top of that, when you pour it into the monk, we have to which is great. And it basically flowers. And so when you look into the monk with the magnifying effect, it just looks like you're looking at an aquarium that's amazing. And it tastes great. It smells like and tastes like um a meadow in the spring. Lovely. Um and on a few times that I recommend it to people and they really like it. Um as they're leaving, I sneak them a few samples directly from the bar. I'm sure you wouldn't mind too much, but you know, it's hospitality we've got to make people remember. So I guess I'm indirectly promoting this business. On the occasions that I've done it, I've also got a laugh because I put them in the plastic carry bags we use for takeaway. So I can use taking three or four little balls. And obviously it's tea, so it's green. And as they're leaving, it looks like I'm giving them drugs. I'm like, I swear, it looks doggy, I'm not giving you drugs, I'm just giving you some tea so that you can have some while you wait for the order that you might have placed because they often ask me when you buy the my supplier. And I'll take a few laughs. So yeah. And I'm not dealing drugs as a side hustle. Although, given the state of drawbacking right now, maybe I should. Anyway, my song is from Sea Power, fully known British Sea Power, because Dad's got a mug where it's written British Tea Power on it.
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SPEAKER_12What a place. Of course, tea is big in Japan. An extensive range is available. Hot or cold, sweet, bitter or fruity, in bottles or cans, distributed from superabundant vending machines and convenience stores across the land. Increasingly popular in the West is matcha tea, a finely grind powder whisked with hot water. It is creamy and tastes slightly of grass, but in a good way. It's the one used in the tea ceremony, a ritual that has evolved over centuries. The etiquette here is that conversation in the tea room should be limited and respectful, centred on the beauty of the room, the delicious flavour of the tea, and the view of the garden. By focusing on what is present in the moment, the mind becomes calmer and more clear. A contrasting response to the increasingly frenetic pace of technological lifestyles comes from Chindogu, the Japanese art of unuseless inventions, originally conceived by inventor Kenji Kawakami as socio-political commentary. He created strange tools addressing real-world issues in light-hearted, impractical ways, so, for example, portable zebra crossings for pedestrians in a rush, or a solar-powered cigarette lighter featuring an angled magnifying glass to concentrate sunlight to the tip of your unlit cigarette. Kawakami hated consumerism and never patented nor sold his inventions. He thought that things should belong to everyone, not turned into private property. So, how, for example, to address the problem of itches that are out of reach, how to explain to your other just where is the itch that needs scratching. The back scratches a t-shirt has a helpful grid on the back. No more up, down to the right. No, no, the other right, like sinking a battleship in a sea that you can't quite see. It is expected that people with perpetually itchy backs will take to wearing shirts like these at all times, and soon be instinctively aware of all coordinates, with the grid committed to memory. Or how about the subway sleeper hat for weary commuters, a sink plunger attached to the back of a hard hat, and suctioned onto the train window, allowing rail passengers to fall asleep without falling face first on the floor. The handy sign on the front of the hat tells other passengers what stop you're getting off at so they can wake you. Despite his anti-commercialism, Kawakami invented one gadget which achieved worldwide commercial success. His self-portrait camera stick carried no patent and so never made him any money, but marketed as selfie sticks across the globe, they sold in their millions. T is for Totoro. When my girls were growing up, our favourite film was an animated fantasy film anime called My Neighbor Totoro about two young sisters who, after moving with their father to the countryside, experienced interactions with friendly wood spirits in post-war Japan. My neighbor Totoro.
SPEAKER_16It stems back to being a child and hasn't really stopped since. Yet I don't think I've stopped to evaluate how wonderfully simple tea is. One tea bag, a bit of hot water and some milk, and hey presto, a spectacular results. I've lived abroad for many years, and I've travelled around the world. Always accompanying me are tea bags. English tea bags. I'm not even fussy as to which brand. I've gone through PG Tips, Tetley, Sainsbury's Red Label, Yorkshire Tea Phases, but ultimately I'm really not that bothered. Just give me good old fashioned English tea and none of that green or flavoured stuff, thank you very much. I'm definitely a morning tea drinker, and nothing gets done until I've had one or often two cups. This is irrespective of the night I've just had or the forthcoming days event. Had a great night's sleep, sofa, breakfast news, and a cup of tea. A terrible night's sleep. Sofa, breakfast news, a cup of tea. Hangover cure. Sofa, breakfast news, and a cup of tea. I think you get the picture. It's actually at the stage now where my greyhound doesn't even pester me to go on her morning walk until I've finished a cup. And indeed, my obsession with my morning cupper now begins the night before. The last thing I do I do before going to bed is put in just the right amount of water into the kettle for however many cups I need to be making the first thing. Yes, I'm very generous with my tea making and everyone wins. This way, all I have to do is flip the switch and it need boil no longer than needed if measured correctly. I also put a tea bag in a cup with a spoon ready the night before. Now that, my friends, is preparation. At this stage, I'll also Add that I have favourite mugs for tea drinking that differ to mugs for other types of drinking, such as a winter cup of soup, big fan, or a very occasional hot chocolate. Not coffee though, nope, no coffee for me. Unless I'm out and the situation is right, so a fancy meeting or an overdue catch-up with friends, but never at home. Not for me. And finally, I also have to admit that I do have a favourite teaspoon. There's no rhyme or reason for this, it's just a weird thing that I have. There, I've said it. So thank you, T. I love you and always will. My song is from Hazel O'Connor and Stay Now. I spill my tea, oh silly me. Always makes my daughter laugh. Especially when she was little. No idea why. Maybe my weirdness is starting to rub off.
SPEAKER_11You drink your coffee and I sip my tea and we're sitting here, playing circle, thinking what will be will be.
SPEAKER_10What's getting kind of late now? Oh, I wonder if you stay now, stay now, stay now, stay now. I'll will you just polite me. Say good night. I move it and closer to you. Oh, I want to do it now. I spill my tea.
SPEAKER_18And as you can tell from my accent, I'm Irish. Now, when tea was chosen, I could only think of one person and place, and that was my gran in Dublin, little granny Davis, because she made the world's best cup of tea. Lion's Irish tea. Chewed in a teapot with a tea cozy drank out of teacups. Paradise in a cup. You see, I was born in Dublin in 1970, but like lots and lots, tens of thousands of Irish before and since my parents went to the UK to look for work. A few years later, they had a mortgage and two more kids, and the UK became their home. But two or three times a year we would go back to Ireland, predominantly staying with little granny Davies. She was a beautiful, witty woman that we loved, and she loved us back. And she had a sharp talk. Whenever anyone was talking about politics or religion, no matter what the side was, she would call them all feckin' idiots and walk off, and it made my beam sisters laugh out loud. But she had two sisters as well, Olive and Michael. Both beautiful, and the three of them together were a real thing. We would call them aunties, and Auntie Auntie Olive was married to Michael. Michael would play party tricks with us, pretending to take queens out of our ears. We never knew how we did it. We folded every time. And they had two kids, David and Barbara. Now they were older than us, that made them instantly cool. But they backed it up. Then we would go to Mabel. We'd have to get a double decor to be overflowed. It was a real adventure. Now at Mabel was really intrigued because in her garden she had an eye door outside the toilet. She had glass embedded in the top of the garden wall, and she had no plants apart from a dead-looking apple tree that always gave fruit. She caught it the most beautiful black Corinthian apple pie I've ever tasted in my life. And there was always tearing a go, but I suspect there was also whiskey, because there was always lots of laughter, singing and dancing. Now, one of my favourite things about these holidays was if I had supper with my grand. And at ten o'clock every single night, she would start to brew another cup of tea. Now often we would have biscuits or maybe some toast with that tea, but occasionally, if I was lucky, she would send me up to the local Italian fish and chip shop, and I'd get a little cone of chips. There'd be some bread and butter ready for when I got back and a big pot of tea, and we would chat until we were too tired to talk. Memories that will live with me forever. Now I'm still in contact with Barbara, and last year I finally took my daughter to Dublin, and Barbara absolutely spoke us right, showed us everywhere, and all the memories come flooding back. I had a wonderful time there. So I contacted her about this and asked her about the three ladies' musical choices. Her mom, Olive, Loved Pavarotti, and my many, Loved Charleston, and sort of that sort of music. Not very Irish. So I've chose the Irish rover or the Dubliness. I hope you enjoy it. This goes to the three ladies and to David. God bless you all. And Barbara all among love.
SPEAKER_20On the 4th of July, 1806, we set sail from the sweet cove of Park. We were sailing away with a cargo of clay for the grand city hall in New York. Twas a wonderful craft. She was raped to fall about. And oh how the wire the wind was thrown over. She called several blasts. We had 27 masts. They called her the iris rover. We had one billion bags of the best legal rags. We had two billion photos of bone. We had three million sides of five stars of fight. We had four million photos of bone. We had five million dogs. We had six million dogs. We had seven million photos of four. We had five million pales. On board of the iris roll. What the ladies lied up for the set. For each back thing, but real square floater and pet. With his back with he talk, he was talking of the walk. As he ran the tapes of the over. When he talked of his dance, down the water, but he stayed in the iron. There was body McGee from the bike somebody. There was Hogan from County Tarole. And the key McCook. It was a step of work. And the chap from a street name alone. There was stuff or tool, who was broke the rule, and fighting fascy from the over. There was stolen from bear. Just as stuck as the bear, fell on board of the IRA rover. We had stayed seven years when the measles broke out, and the ship lost its way in the fog. Then the whale of a crew was reduced down to two. Just myself and the captain's owl dog. Then the ship struck a rock. A large for a shock. The boat it was turned right over. Turned nine times around. Then the owl dog went round. I'm the last of the Irish over.
SPEAKER_02Music was by Johnny Rose. This has been a Go Beyond Production.