Doctor? No, singer.

Ryan and the Cardinals are fully entrenched in wig-out mode which means we can legitimately sneak off for a minute to see the very very good James Yorkston, whose general excellence somehow slipped under our radar until a couple of weeks ago.

He's looking a bit cagey when we get in and appears to have stopped mid-song. This soon turns out to be because someone has collapsed at the front of the audience and they're waiting for the medics to arrive which, while unfortunate, is a pitch perfect setting for his darker songs.

"I'll play a cheery song," he offers once the collapsee has shown signs of life. "Oh sorry, you don't know me, that's obviously not true." There's a lot of bonding happening from giggling at the sheer absurdity of effectively playing at a triage centre and when the ambulance people arrive there's a big round of applause as the poor chap is carried off.

Right, we're going to sign off now and dance some kind of weird dance between James and Ryan but check the EotR gallery blog tomorrow and Tuesday for photos of the bands and general goings on. We've really enjoyed ourselves this weekend, in fact it might just edge Latitude as our favourite of the whole season, so let's hope it happens again next year so you can check it out as well. Night!