Day 5 in the Bog Bugger Hose Was awoken (once again) to the rhythmic pounding of love-making from next door (the kind that starts up but only lasts for a few seconds as it makes too much noise, so you change position and try again only to find that it too makes too much noise). Watched a bit of TV (with sh*t-loads of adverts every couple of minutes) before getting showered and changed ready to go to class. Going back to last night, Fitzwilliams (the Irish pub/bar within our hotel) had a karaoke night with various people singing there hearts out. Most were reasonable, a few were good, and at least two were attrocious (not that I could've or would've done any better). One guy did a good rendition of Frank Sinatra which Phil and I approved of, and the worst/funniest one was a lanky 'not-all-there' guy (complete with baseball cap) who did an Elvis number. After a large meal (swordfish again) and a couple of beers I was feeling so bloated it hurt and I had to call it a night (much to Phil's dismay who wanted to keep drinking thru the night). I also forgot to write my postcards (again!)... I really must try to get them done before I return to the UK!! We're going out to Boston again with Francois tonight for another trip round, meal and beers - we're going to nip into the Cheers bar for a pint or two... I must remember to take the camera! Regarding the blonde mentioned in Phil's previous entry - she was rather lovely and after making eye contact I got a smile and was tempted to leave Devitt to his beer, but the way I was feeling (i.e. bloated after the meal) I'd have probably embarassed myself by burping in her face or something similar... so I took the gutless way out and stayed with Phil.