By Michael MacLennan
There I was, minding my own business and making my way innocently back to the media area from Katy Perry, when all this skanking suddenly got in my way. Drat!
Turns out it was The Specials providing an ideal set for a stupendously sunny Saturday teatime, soon seen dedicating A Message To You Rudy to all those lucky "rude bois" in the crowd.
Before I knew it, my head was bobbing up and down like the Churchill Dog, and I'd even start to indulge myself in a dance learned over years by observing drunk uncles at family weddings. The power of a well earned education!
Their set ended with the crowd-pleasing Ghost Town, most recently and perhaps famously featured at the start of Shaun of the Dead, a fitting song given the amount of undead - well, at least in the upstairs department - now wandering around the festival site.
With sunkissed bodies unconsciously drenching the walkways, the surprisingly good weather has obviously taken its toll, but would you expect anything less? I think I'd be rather disappointed if there wasn't at least several hundred passed out and missing their favourite acts, only to declare next week that it was the best festival ever.
However, the amount of floored festival goers didn't stop a fantastic sing-a-long for the effortlessly charming singer-songwriter type Jason Mraz in King Tut's for his hit I'm Yours.
Initiating an increasingly complex call-and-response (the females singing lower and lower baritone, the males attempting those higher-than-sky-high high notes), I left thinking Mraz couldn't generate any more goodwill if he tried. Then at a distance I heard the swine following it with Lionel Ritchie's All Night Long. Job well done sir, job well done.
