Trust me, the others were much filthier

John Martyn, playing on the main stage, must be well ticked off. Most of the people in his vicinity aren't here to see him at all - they're here to hold 8ft tall sticks with giant letters on them. Such is the simple joy of Bestival, something of which yer average corporate Wireless/V-type entertainment vacuums would do well to take heed.

Earlier on the Rock 'N' Roll stage, Metronomy delighted the frankly insufficient crowd with a bravura display of formation dancing and invigorating electro pop. Pic of them later, complete with battery-operated lights attached to their chests. Honestly, they're irresistible: mainly instrumental but nonetheless charismatic for that, and charmingly demented to boot.

A brief but entirely deserving mention for Kitty, Daisy & Lewis, three teenage siblings who opened up the main stage with a rattlingly danceable set of country tunes - fair play to mum and dad on double bass and guitar too.