"Ah the holiday of Niel's people. He'll be getting hammered that day for sure. He's probably got his fridge packed with all the Irish booze he imports," Lewis laughed before nudging Niel playfully. He knew how the Irishmen could get.
"For your information, my pap sends me my booze. I need the good stuff, not the crummy American stuff. I'm sure you prefer some of the British beers to their American counterparts, eh, lad?" Niel asked.
Lewis chuckled slightly knowing that Niel did have a point. "Eh, beer not so much. I'll drink the stuff here, but tea it's a different story, mate. Yorkshire tea simply gets me weak in the knees and of course it is quite hard to find such tea here so I often have to have it imported."