…is being shown in the NME tent. We like it, and we’re nice and warm, but we’re not sure we want this to be our final Reading moment. We don’t know if the silent disco is happening tonight, but our weary legs can’t be bothered to find out. We’re going to say a fond farewell to Reading now…
We may not sleep well after catching Billy Corgan on the giant screen.
It’s suddenly turned freezing, but a manky army jumper has been haggled down to one British pound, and we’re snug as a bug in a rug. But a bit itchy.
There’s got to be some subliminal messages being flashed in those lights, as your cynical Clickmusic is all hoods up and glowstick waving. It’s a lot of fun.
James Murphy is just too cool for words, standing there in all his awesomeness on the NME stage. We’ve tried to keep an eye out for James today, obviously so we can quietly and calmly declare our healthy respect for him, but we haven’t seen him yet. Probably for the best really.
A 10p deposit is being added to the price of beer for the return of the cup. We got bored of returning them after the first couple of times, but loads of scallies/environmentalists are making a small fortune from scooping them up. We heard a rumour that someone got £75 back. That’s, er, a lot of cups.
Oh Fall Out Boy, you are rocking our world. ‘Beat It’? ‘The Power Of Love’? Getting mad friends to bottle themselves onstage? Ridiculously enjoyable tunes? Could you be any more fun?
…are making us peckish, as some wag is chucking chips on the stage.
Has been spotted. We are hoping he will make some kind of guest appearance. Maybe with Nine Inch Nails?
We’ve nearly brought up our falafel as there’s always one person who thinks the world will find a Borat swimsuit amusing. It’s distracting us from the hotness of New Young Pony Club.
