Where are we? And what is that?

Ricky and the Chiefs have a enormous flashing K and C behind them which makes the whole thing look like a cabaret slot that's escaped from Graham Norton.

Everyone bellows along to everything, with Ricky making good use of that old "Let them sing it for you and you can have a breather and feel a bit chuffed" trick.

Maybe it's just the rain (damn you sky gods) but listening to the Kaisers is buoyantly samey, a more Northern version of 1996 which we can't be bothered with right now. Besides, we've already got our Blur records, thanks.

Some Glaswegians we chatted to earlier have passed out in some newly formed mud near the Radio 1 tent. Oh dear.