OK, so far today I’ve caught some fine comedy from Phill Jupitus, and been dragged by Farah towards a showgirl workshop in the Cabaret Tent. Oh, and earlier this morning I bumped into a bloke called Danny Kerwin.

One of the great things about festivals is the randoms you bump into. Take earlier this morning (say, about 5am), as I headed off to bed, rather bleary-eyed after the rave in the woods. I started talking to some chap, who told me his name was Danny Kerwin. Clearly, I said, not the same Danny Kerwin who played guitar in the great lost mid-Seventies Fleetwood Mac line-up? Nope, but he did tell me a funny story…

Seems he got a letter from a woman believing him to be the Mac’s Danny Kerwin, asking if they could rekindle their amorous relationship from the Seventies. He politely explained that he wasn’t that Danny Kerwin, before realising this lady, obviously holding something of a torch for the musician, had written to everyone in the country called Danny Kerwin, hoping she’d find the right one. Rather sad, all told.

Anyway. Back to this morning’s antics, and the mighty Phill Jupitus in the Comedy Arena, hosting an Improv set with fellow comedians Andre Vincent, Andrew Smart and Suki Webster. Much mirth, of course, as they riffed on subjects like the Ukranian underground system, or buying train tickets in the style of a Harry Potter movie.

For an encore, Radio 4 comedy god Marcus Brigstock joined them to discuss donkey pole vaulting as an Olympic sport. Class. I’m hoping to catch some of Jeremy Hardy‘s set later.

RANDOM LATITUDE FACTS:

** AVERAGE TIME SPENT QUEUEING FOR CASHPOINT: 15 mins

** FIRST WORLD WAR BATTLEFIELD THE TOILETS MOST RESEMBLE: THE SOMME, DAY 4

** RANDOM BOOK SPOTTED BEING READ OUTSIDE COMEDY TENT: BRET EASTON ELLIS’ THE INFORMERS

** TIME IT STARTED RAINING TODAY: 2.35

** PRICE OF BUTTERNUT SQUASH AND GOAT’S CHEESE PIE: £4.50

** AS ABOVE, WITH MASH AND PEAS: £6

Farah took me into the Cabaret tent, where we watched some of the showgirl workshop. Sadly, a particularly troublesome old leg wound flared up, and I was unable to participate. Ah, maybe next time.

Anyway, time to go rescue my wellies from the car. By the look of the rain, I’m going to need them.