OK, it's getting very exciting backstage. The biggest tour bus in the world has just hoved into view, and a suited chap, who looks like he probably knew the Krays back in the day, is purposefully standing in front of the door. Someone's just passed me The Who set list -- 20 tracks. I'll post back immediately after they come off stage, around 11pm. Meanwhile, I've been out in the crowd, just as the rain starts coming down. The Coral played a pretty raucous, rough-rounnd-the-edges set,which contrasted nicely with The Thrills (pictured below) earlier, who I felt were too polished. This kind of music needs a bit of ruffing up. The Coral certainly got things moving, particularly a song that sounded suspiciously like The Supremes' "My World Is Empty Without You". Anyway, the site is pretty full now, and despite the cloud and concerted attempts at rain, spirits are admirably high, people dancing, as it traditional, in the mud dressed completely innapropriately. The number of heels, short skirts, t-shirts and even Birkenstocks beggars belief, even if it is June. Anyway, got to go and get a good spot for Roger, Pete and the chaps. More later.

Apologies for late posting, but got carried away round at the Other Stage, there was a nice run of back-to-back bands that it would have been churlish to try and wade back to the press area. Scottish rockers Biffy Clyro were as good as I'd hoped they'd be. The trio's debut Glastonbury show was a quick stop off in their newly glamourous itinerary -they just opened for the Rolling Stones in Barcelona, and tonight they play with Muse in Paris. But while they were here, they certainly kicked a bit of rock in to the day despite the rain that was still falling as they took to the stage. Front man and singer Simon Neil made a joke by saying: "Fair play to you guys for having a good time in the fucking rain. When everyone dies God is gonna give you a handjob." Biffy played several tracks from their latest number two charting album 'Puzzle', including 'Whose Got A Match', 'Love Has A Diameter' and a great version of 'Living Is A Problem Because Everybody Dies' gets the front of the crowd up-n-moshing. After a quick nip to the loo (well, I say quick, but now that everyone's on site for the weekend, quick now equals 30mins), and a wander over to the Glade area at the top of the Other Stage, Lovefoxxx brings on CSS, her multi-couloured Brazilian beast of a band that are definately worth getting wet for. The red, green, yellow and blue helium balloons that filled the stage and th colourful outfit that Lovefoxxx was adorned in, certainly made everything seem sunny, regardless of what the clouds were doing. Stage diving twice during the band's set, she even lost her yellow headband in the throng of the finale of 'Let's Make Love And Listen To Death From Above.' CSS played through all of their 2006 self-title album's highlights including 'Alala', 'Meeting Paris Hilton' and 'Alcohol.' Lovefoxxx is sexy and she rocks. And about 10,000 folk in a field look like they agree. Following on from the confident colours of CSS, Klaxons came on to play their second show of Glastonbury weekend. They played the Dance Tent late last night, and to be honest were looking a little tired and worse for wear backstage before their performance today. However, the boys did good, bassist Jamie Reynolds coming on to announce "If you're not at the Other Stage at this time of day, you're not coming in!" before they launched into first EP track 'The Bouncer.' Midway through their show, after playing their mammoth can't-go-anywhere-for-hearing-it-hit 'Golden Skans' James frontman Klaxon announces that playing Glastonbury is very special for them. Having met in a tent "somewhere over there (- Jamie points across to the back of the field -) three years ago." They end their mini-daytime-guitar rave with latest single and original Paul Oakenfold house track 'It's Not Over Yet.' Which causes a mini stampede down the front, what with all the colourful brollies in the way. On the way back I noticed a funny sight - a festival stall that's completely run out of wellies due to demand from people's muddy feet - methinks though someone over ordered this batch of lonely looking pink flip flops - they'll never shift these! Paul Weller is about to go on at the Pyramid Stage, and I'm getting hungry too. Still got plenty of gems in the itinerary for tonight, I'll check in with you soon as I can. Yours swilling in mud

"Don't start! This is my best shirt. And me mum's dead..." These, you should know, are the first words I hear as I enter Knowsley Hall's 35,000 capacity festival site. They come from Pete Wylie, who's clearly taken some kind of umbrage with a heckler. Leading The Magnificent Wah! And The Secrets Of The 42nd Dimension, or whatever the latest permutation may be of his long-standing outfit, Wylie is dressed in what appears, from this distance at least, to be a Nudie shirt, and sports a greying goatee beard. He leads his band through spirited renditions of some of Wah!'s finest moments, from the debut single, "You Better Scream" and the 25-year-old "7 Minutes To Midnight" as well as "Come Back", "Sinful" and, of course, a rousing "Heart As Big As Liverpool". He's followed, shortly after, by Shack, more veterans of the Eighties' Liverpool scene, whose earliest incarnation, Pale Fountains, recorded one of my favourite singles -- "Jean's Not Happening". Shack are masters of big, Northern guitar anthems, you can hear flashes of everyone from The Las to Oasis, Stone Roses and Doves in their songs. But I always found Shack's songs a little more textured and nuanced than the plodding verse-chorus-middle eight-chorus of, certainly, Oasis' later songs. Proving a point, there's even a flute player. As befitting a band who once backed Arthur Lee, they deliver a fine version of "A House Is Not A Motel". You sense the old guard of the Liverpool scene is planning something of a weekend of it -- tomorrow, we get the Icicle Works. Oddly, perhaps, there's no sign of Echo And The Bunnymen on the line-up. Oh, well. Check back later for more blogs from Knowsley Hall -- including The Who.

Whilst computor servers are working...Rain is playing havoc down here at Worthy Farm - just thought I'd mention that considering it was looking like this - I'm very pleased to announce that the bundles of hay are arriving by the truckload to make getting around much easier! Lay lay that hay hay... Fittingly the sun is back once more, blazing, just in time for Super Furry Animals. They're playing the Other Stage and I've just seen a briiliant 'Rings Around The World.' Apols, but I'm going back for more of that! Laters

Hey, more festival fun to come... Our intrepid picture editor, May, and myself are off to Knowsley Hall tomorrow morning, and we'll be bringing you blogs and news from this latest addition to the growing list of festivals, located in the grounds of a stately home outside Liverpool. We're very much looking forward to seeing The Who -- I must admit, I only saw them for the first time last summer, in Hyde Park, and they were truly fantastic. I'm hoping they'll put in an equally exciting show tomorrow night. Also on the bill are Madness, surely one of the great, fun-time festival bands. I saw them last year in Spain, and you can't really fault a set-list including "Our House", "It Must Be Love" and "One Step Beyond". Expect conga lines stretching right across the Mersey. I'm sure local heroes The Zutons, Pete Wylie, The Coral and Shack will all get a great welcome, so the atmosphere (if not necessarily the weather) should be excellent. Check back here from tomorrow to find out what's been going on. As long as the pear cider hasn't done too much damage first...

Out of all the burger-chain owning, cigar-chewing Eighties' action heroes, Bruce Willis was always the one I had the most time for. I grew up watching Moonlighting, often transfixed by the casual way the show broke through the Fourth Wall, characters directly addressing the audience or walking off set past the cameras and into the studio. Mostly, though, I thought Bruce was great -- carefree, insouciant, arch, funny, nowhere near as serious or smug as most other TV PIs in the mid-Eighties. When he hit the movies, Bruce was a far more engaging figure than peers like Arnie or Sly -- pumped and buffed and barely human. Bruce did, and still does, a great take on the harassed Everyman -- that look of bafflement that'd cross his face as some nasty terrorist or crooked cop points a gun in his face, a "Why does this shit always have to happen to me..?" glance to the camera. Comparing the trajectories of those three actors suggests Bruce is a veritable Renaissance man next to Sly and Arnie. His CV indicates a willingness to find varied and interesting projects, if admittedly not all of them are complete successes: 12 Monkeys, Bonfire Of The Vanities, Death Becomes Her, Last Man Standing, Pulp Fiction, Sixth Sense, The Fifth Element, Sin City. Here's a thing. In 1999, while Sly was shooting his woeful Get Carter remake and Arnie was starring as ex-cop Jericho Cane in the dire End Of Days -- imagine The Terminator meets The Omen, then swiftly forget it -- Bruce was playing opposite Nick Nolte and Albert Finney in Alan Rudolph's Vonnegut adaptation, Breakfast Of Champions. It may not have been quite the masterpiece, but at least he was making an effort. His last couple of movies have seen him play extended cameos, or supporting roles, and he seems comfortable with that. He was solid as the father in Nick Cassavetes' Alpha Dog, and chomped his way through his uncredited, 10 minute monologue in Richard Linklater's Fast Food Nation. He looks like he's coasting, which I think is a clever skill, part of his charm, and undoubtedly deceptive. Playing an alcoholic cop in 16 Blocks at the start of this year, he was pudgy, bloated -- the physicals easily done with make-up and prosthetics -- but there was something in his gait, in his slight squint and mild air of befuddlement which suggested here was a long-term, heavy-drinker. So it perhaps seems rather strange that, 12 years on from Die Hard With A Vengeance, Bruce has returned to the character of John McClane for Live Free Or Die Hard. Sure, Sly resurrected Rocky earlier this year and we live in fear of Rambo's imminent return, while Arnie rebooted the rusty T-800 cyborg for 2003's Terminator 3: Rise Of The Machines. But I figured Bruce was a bit more savvy than that. Still, in comparison with the stultifyingly dull Transformers Of The Caribbean, the sight of a harrassed Bruce blowing shit up in a white vest once again is something to cherish. Live Free Or Die Hard opens on July 4 The trailer is here: http://www.livefreeordiehard.com/index_site.html