Half an inch left til whiskey. Boo.

Not to sound panicked or indeed alcoholic but we're running out of vodka. This wouldn't be a problem if the rain hadn't started up again with all the enthusiasm of a toddler at Christmas, and unless we want to risk pneumonia we're confined to our tent.

We're cheered by a text from our mate at Slashmusic: "I hope that where you found yourself this weekend you are not at the monsoon disaster that is V." Hurray! At least it's not just Wales being screwed over by Mother Nature. Let's hope Aloud's James isn't too shell shocked to file his V report on Monday.

We're off to the Geisha tent at four. Please heaven let the weather be slightly less apocalyptic by then. Either way, there's only a blueberry pie and some Golden Graham cereal bars lying between us and scurvy.