
Sunday didn't get off to the greatest of starts. Waking up rather early after a terrible night's sleep at the Travel Inn, followed by Tesco breakfast (surprisingly edible), and then arriving on the site before anyone else at all wasn't the best feeling in the world. Still, after not getting to any on the Saturday, I was determined to catch at least one on-train performance, namely that of The Manhattan Love Suicides. Now, apparently they'd broken up shortly before the festival, but having no idea, went and sat and waited for them in a train [...]