Primal Scream, Radiohead, Pulp, Manic Street Preachers et al: Reading Festival, Berkshire — Saturday

ON A REMARKABLE autumn's day on which Chelsea go from to two down to three up at Leeds, Everett True gets hospitalised because he's too soft to hold his lager and, as if that weren't enough, Anna Friels off Brookside actually walks within 10 feet of me, the day's proceedings on the big stage are kicked off by THE REVEREND HORTON HEAT. Regular readers will of course be aware that Horto is the proverbial vicar of vice, cleric of cool, archbishop of angst, pontiff of paranoia, Lawrence Of Arabia, Battle of Bull Run, and so forth. In real life he's an amusing enough rockabilly act, something like Brian Setzer without the tunes, although he earns extra points for the hellfire paintjob on the double bass.