Once again, it falls to me to provide the first list of the day, folks. A trememndous day here yesterday, which involved Nicholas Parsons, a brass band and a really interesting millipede. Oh, and some groups. Here we go. . .
1. Elbow. “Newborn”. Lots of pink clouds at dusk. A classic, epic, soppy festival moment.
2. “Just A Minute” in the Radio 4 tent. Nicholas Parsons said a rude word!
3. Sigur Ros beginning their son et lumiere extravaganza with their immortal debut single, “Svefn-G-Englar”. “ITCHEE-EE-OO!”
4. The wind. Ensured we only got soaked three times, but very briefly.
5. The Arctic Monkeys turning up on site and providing a great festival rumour. Are they playing a secret gig? Er, not that we found.
6. The Arctic Monkeys’ labelmates Wild Beasts nearly stealing the whole show with a dangerous combination of waistcoats, ’80s romance, falsettos and shorts.
7. The Fairey Band playing the hits of Acid House on euphoniums and tubas. The funkiest drummer at Latitude, too.
8. The Mars Volta being too prog even for Bill Bailey, who abandoned ship after ten minutes. He should’ve stuck around for their Sonics cover.
9. The House Of Love, eerily unchanged from their late ’80s heyday; a reunion that deserves almost as much attention as the My Bloody Valentine one.
10. The insect nature trail in the woods. I found a millipede with a brown stripe that even the bloke from Suffolk Wildlife Trust failed to identify. . .