As the sun sinks slowly into the west, we bid you a fond farewell from Knowsley Hall.
We catch a smidgeon of The Zutons set — another bunch of local heroes loved by the mud-caked audience.
We’re distracted, in fact, by Suggs, who shoves a much-needed beer into my hands. He’s spent three days at Glastonbury. “I had a hotel room,” he confides, “but didn’t spend much time there. The missus was away, so I took the kids.”
Manfully, he and the rest of Madness put on the festival’s undoubted highlight, though The Zutons certainly went down the provervbial storm. Of which, incidentally, there has been much thereof this weekend — though the locals have braved the inclement weather with aplomb.
With Keane currently putting on a fine show as tonight’s headline act, it seems a good idea to drag this tired body in the direction of the nearest cab. Which, incidentally, May and I hope we find — the eight mile walk back to our hotel doesn’t bear thinking about!
