This morning Pat O'Brien barged into my room and caught me dancing alone to my iPod.

"What you listening to?" he asked.

"Irene Cara," I told him.

"Cool," he said. "I've banged her."

He stood at the doorway and waited for me to say something, but I was determined not to show any kind of reaction.

"No, I didn't," Pat O'Brien said. "That was a lie."

Then he buried his face in his hands and cried.