Got there. Set up our stuff. Drank a beer and sat around for ages. Watched Epicentre play their set which included 'For Whom The Bell Tolls'. It also included their drummer Ben losing his bass pedal in the hedge when it was clearly lying right next to his foot. He also seemed to fall asleep several times throughout the set. Hopefully it wasn't the Epicentre music that was putting him to sleep. What a donk. Who's laughing now bitch!

Epicentre played an eternal set that got the lager flowing and the pit into a mild frenzy.

By the time we came onto the stage it was dark so the spotlights were turned on which were blinding. Everyone had by this point progressed into a seemingly drunken state with cans and bottles lyring everywhere (not to mention the bodies).

We opened for the third show running with the classic 'Safety in Numbers' which always seems to get the crowd moving at a high pace. Three and a half minutes into our set and the crowd was already worn out! We kept the pace going with live legend 'Mister Grohl' and 'Dancefloor Melody'.

People by this point were going nuts. I think we even spotted a few crowd-surfers which was a first for us.

The set came to a climax with 'Summer Romances' which we played for the first time live since recording it just a few days before.

'Pretend' closed the set again to the delight of all. Tom Epicentre added backing vocals on this and by the end of the song Matt's guitar was in the bushes along with a mic stand showing just how intense this song really is to the band and the crowd.

Averman then played a blistering set late into the night with a poor attempt at blink-182s early classic 'Strings' with Matt singing late on in the performance.

Overall it was the best mini-Reading we could have concocted with tents, half naked girls and cans of Carling everywhere.

By 12, most people were in a state of 'whatever'. All Luke's beer had been stolen and Matt was super pissed off at everyone. The townie twats nabbed the PA to put their 'music' through if you can really call it that. An angry Irish neighbour came to set them straight but only ended up the victim of drunken verbal abuse. At was at this point that Matt and Chris took matters into their own hands and in their anger at the derelict state of all these townie fools trashed the place hossing equipment into the bushes and bottles into the road.

We had enough at one point and hopped in Chapman's car and drove to Norwich for a doner pizza at the Best Turkish. The party they were having there was way better. Spice Girls and everything. Strangely enough, we got pulled over by the pigs on the way there and Tom got breathalized. He hadn't been drinking so we got off easy.

Good party overall though. One for the ages. After the 3 o'clock tractor highjacking though, I don't think we'll be doing it again.