Joan As Policewoman. Our new hero.

We shilly-shally. Then we head over to the Acoustic Stage where we catch the end of MIke Rosenbaum, who, with his band are playing lovely, swinging tunes in a Buffy soundtrack ilk. He sounds the absolute spit of James Blunt though, which is slightly odd.

Swinging past KT Tunstall, jollying the crowds along with 'Black Horse and the Cherry Tree', we stop to scoop up the best milkshake we've ever had (Shaken Udder - seek it out to the left of the Blueroom area) before diving into the MySpace tent where yet another James Blunt-alike is singing songs. He's much rawer than the Singing Sergeant though, very bluesy. This doesn't stop his songs being the aural equivalent of Pears soap though, you never heard anything so MOR this side of tea-time.

Happily, Joan As Policewoman cheers us up immensely. Occasional violinist in Antony and the Johnsons, Joan and band have just finished touring with Rufus Wainwright. She's cranky, ferocious and - bereft of her bassist who she drawlingly claims is off assassinating Condoleeza Rice - armed with keyboard, guitar and a tame drummer who jams wonderfully on the songs he doesn't know. Her obsession-tinged songs are deceptively sweet, just don't ignore the poisnous little hooks on the end.