This Sunday is the first Sunday I’ve not had a hankering for a roast dinner in a very, very long time.

Having woken up feeling like my throat’d been raped by an angry porcupine, and still a crapload of beer in the fridge, it was time to get back on it for the final, and much quieter, day three of Bowlie 2.

We even have some shit photos for you to remember it by.

Of course, a festival weekend at Butlin’s in Minehead simply wouldn’t be complete without the wonderful ATP TV takeover – with one channel curated solely by Belle And Sebastian. God, I will never look at an onion in the same way again (or Judas Priest).

Even at SXSW 2010, I never embraced the internet so much for band news and whatnot, but this time, I was hooked on Twitter. Especially upon hearing that Alex Kapranos of Franz Ferdinand (keep your eye peeled for our interview) was going to be playing alongside another act later on (it was Amphetameanies)…and I could just skip past the @xfactor ones.

Being a bit lame, half our party slipped off to the (ATP) cinema for a screening of Inglorious Basterds…I’m not going to review that for you though. Soz. Our first musical treat of the day was Mulatu Astake and his band. These guys – a strange fusion of jazz and African music – were quite the crowd-puller but weren’t all that imo. I’m going to check out the recorded stuff, still.

The Vaselines are smut personified and have the best between-track banter I’ve heard in, well, ever. Francis McKee’s favourite words are ‘sperm’, ‘sex’ and something we can’t publish. Yannow. This was my favourite: “this song’s very dark and spooky so feel free to masturbate during it”. And later, Sons & Daughters joined them.

Had my arse whooped by a computer game and was too stupid to work out 2-player options in-between bands. Camera Obscura were up on the main Pavillion stage, and it was a 90-minute set. Way too long, and they didn’t really do anything. They were well-received but just shoving the CD on and using megaspeakers would have had a similar effect. Maybe I was bowlied-out.

Come the early hours of the morning and the bands are finished, but the DJs are still rocking Crazy Horse…even Alex Kapranos was dancing, until Take Me Out came on…

I’m off to sleep in a bed designed for an adult, and eat vegetables.

Check out our favourite tweets of the weekend here!

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