Richard Hawley

We've seen loads of good stuff over the last few hours. We had a sit down in the Pavilion and watched alcoholics chat to rabbits that may or may not exist in Harvey, and sang along to the na na na na's in Hey Jude which Howe Gelb tagged onto his finishing cover of Ring of Fire.

We've been advised that the blood group diet is the only one worth doing by a former champion runner who is now a nutritionist and holistic therapist (never, ever eat a whole avocado apparently) and we've listened to bit of Jolie Holland's set while some Youths caused havoc with beer around us.

Now we're letting Richard Hawley's epic and wistful pop wash over us in between his caustic jokes which are, sadly, way too blue to repeat here. Suffice to say we're storing up the phrase 'soft as a bag of tits' for use in a future conversation.