We just about make breakfast, well Marcus and I do. The others roll up a little later and do the pretty please grovelling for a few scraps before it’s all swept away routine. Ben is surprisingly hung over and Craig is not feeling himself. The taxis arrive at mid day and we’re off over the bridge to Sweden. We check in to the hotel and graze around in the foyer where we meet up with the C/Kristians, that is, Christian and Kristian from our Swedish agents HEADSTOMP. Then we’re off to eat more cheese and sample some of the local pear cider in a bar that positively oozes tranquillity. So far all is going to plan which is a nice feeling. The festival is a ten minute ride by taxi and we’re there in good time to mooch around, the rider is decent and we’re billeted in little caravan behind the alternative stage. The hire gear is present and correct and Ben is using a grand piano which is nice. We loiter by the euro reggae stage and await our stage call. After a line check we do an interview and then we’re on. It makes such a pleasant change to have great onstage sound and we rise to the occasion. Mid way through the set I’m stricken by hysteria as Marcus points out his mascot selection of cheeses prominently displayed on the drum riser. I guess this means we’re having fun which is always a bonus. The set flies by and the reception is great. Given the ups and downs of recent shows it’s a right old tonic to the troops; backstage I don’t think I’ve ever seen the band so happy. Marcus has settled in a treat. Then we’re off with our hosts to cruise the streets of Malmo, nice city, nice times, VPx..................................