But with the arrival of 150 blokes, the expressive rise of the swell and the departure of Greta, the atmosphere became a helluvalot more boysh. I was feeling free to fart loud in my bed although the 10 rooms next to mine would be able to hear it as clear as if it was coming out of Pink Floyd speakers. The consequence most times was long and loud farts from anonymous authors in response. Boys will be boys.