While Jim has been taking photos of his face, we've been trapped in the production office trying to work out how best to get back to Camp Aloud without dissolving into little molecules of damp misery.

The A Rum Do bad weather plan, as drawn on their board by original A Rum Do night organisers Dan and Richard, consists of them being in the house all snug and dry and everyone else getting pissed on. While a fine idea in theory, this all falls through when it turns out that the Madonnna's Bra tent has sprung a leak. Oops.

With Aloud in worrying danger of becoming sober, we resort to the old Reading tactic of punching holes in bin liners and running like the clappers. This works like a charm, although the sizeable amount of us not covered in black plastic is bloody soaking by the time we're reunited with our bottle of Smirnoff.

However, as we write this from Waterworld, it's showing signs of letting up. Oh thank God. Maybe now at least, the annoying band blaring out over the speakers will stop entreating the campsite to "Wake up!" It's bloody raining you imbecile, what do you expect, enthusiasm?

No more rain please, we're British and bored. Back to A Rum Do and the promises of cabaret and Geishas...