Rough Trade's record shop is now sadly silent

Just as Jeremy Warmsley and his band come on to the Big Top stage a small child starts crying. "Aw that always happens," he quips, yanking his trousers up again. ("Has he forgotten his braces?" Smash Hits texts us, in mothering tones.) Who knows, but the child's wails are soon lost in swarming keys and buzzing sonicery. Although that's probably not a word. They're a bit late because they drove off in Lily Allen's van by mistake, as you do.

Over on the Garden Stage, guitarist-singer Chris T-T has been making up for so-so tunes with a funny schtick in between songs and lyrics about giraffes. Aah... Time for more ice cream we reckon if we can just battle our way through the earnest poetry wafting from the open mic sessions in the Bimble Inn tent to our right and the drumming workshop giving us hippie nightmares to our left. Oh.