Good grief! It's sunny!

Proper sunny and warm. Official advice: Slap on the sunscreen, drink lots of water and don't drop your ice-cream.

Random band on bridge

Eventful couple of hours. Fuelled up on an amazing mac and cheese, then took a wander up to Shangri-La, Block 9 and the late-night zones. Yes, admittedly, I was a tad early, but they're reaaaaally far away. Those places are just amazing. The theme for Shangri-La this year is One man's heaven is another man's hell. It looks incredible up there - even when there's nothing much going on, it's well worth the trek up there to have a look around and see what they've created.

Shangri-La, Block 9 and all the mad, scary zones are..well..mad and scary, but we discovered the best milkshakes at the whole of the festival there. Dime bar milkshakes. So, so, so good.

Block 9 looks.. a little smaller this year, I think? I'm not sure. The block itself is terrifying, a decaying concrete tower which appears to have come a cropper to a Tube train. That train must've been going like a bat out of hell to fire out of the found and embed itself in the block like that. Yeesh.

Made a chaotic wander back through the theatre fields, wanting to check in and find out how the cardboard Tor was coming along (couldn't tell, to be honest) and to have a look at the ickle-Pilton for little clay versions of ourselves.

A mammoth game of Twister was taking place - because there's nothing better than tangling yourself you with a complete stranger who hasn't had a shower since Tuesday - and bore witness to the carnage that occurs when a mythical creature on stilts gets surrounded by a marching band playing I bet you look good on the dancefloor on kazoos.

That's really only the sort of thing that you can write at Glastonbury Festival, to be honest.

Watched a bit of skateboarding, and then moseyed down to the Pyramid Stage to sit in the sun and listen to Laura Mvula.

So far, so busy.

And just so much fun.