After one very long trip and much confusion as to where a) the festival is located b) the camping is located and c) the press house is located I have found myself a tent, a beer and a desk to work at. Rammstein are currently playing a few hundred metres to the left of me, making the hard working journalists gathered jump each time a big bang is heard. To the right I have the glitzy VIP area where I’ve spent an estimate of two seconds so far – spotting 1/2 of Rebecca & Fiona and cocktails at £11. Standard Sweden.

The predicted sunshine has so far made no appearance and my decision not to bring wellies or raincoat has turned out to be a very bad one. Here’s hoping I won’t be one of those falling over in that oh so horrible mud… Wish me luck!