There was a circus going on last night, with occasional music. Or something like that. The Flaming Lips were here with huge balloons, whirlygigs and heaps of animal costumes. I was stuck somewhere behind the wall of speakers after deciding I wasn't going to cope in the throng (though I did manage to catch Dave Graney and co. from a prime position). Mr Coyne made the most of it, drawing out inter-song banter to new heights as he explained the whole Fibre Optic Jesus story at great length (hadn't we all heard it before on the radio or the net or wherever?) But I'm not really complaining - you couldn't have asked for more, and there was definitely a feeling that you were part of something bigger than usual.