We hate to be taken at face value, we Irish.
We do. I don't know if it's a defining national characteristic, but it's something that has just occurred to me and I've yet to pick it apart in any meaningful way, to turn the truth of it to bullshit.
Having dropped a tantalising little piece of exposition, we hate nothing more than when the other person comes back with, "Oh right. Would you like some tea?"
"No I fucking wouldn't like tea. Clearly what I just told you is an absolute fabrication. Dig further you imbecile and I might just tell you some truth. I may lie to you further but it'll be a whole lot more interesting than sitting here talking about Brian fucking Lenihan."
"Please. Strong. Small drop of milk. No sugar."
"Pink fucking wafer? What??? Would ya get to be fucked! I want a fucking a Viscount biscuit and now you've made me repeat the indefinite article such is my bile you complete fucking cretinbag. Now, please ask me what I really meant before..."
"Yeah. Go on then. Just one mind. I'm watching my weight."
"I wonder what's on telly."
"Do you mean to tell me that when I off-handedly said I had met someone, she piqued my interest and I would like to maybe, possibly see her again but am busy with work and not that bothered... Well, you believed that shit? You didn't seek to pick apart my veneer of indifference. Ask me questions! Jesus! Do you know me at all???"
"More budget stuff. Fucking dodgy box is fucked. Fuck sakes. Fucking Brian Dobson again."
"Oh fuck off."
"Oh fuck off."