God . . . or, in the case of Glastonbury, the gods . . . laughed at the presumption and this weekend sent biblical amounts of rain teeming down on Worthy farm for the second festival in a row.

The river may not quite have burst its banks this time around but by Friday night the 177,000 revellers had resigned themselves to three days in their wellies. And then the music started.

Friday was a bloke-fest on the pyramid stage as Bloc Party, The Fratellis, Kasabian and the Arctic Monkeys prompted mass singalongs, while over on the other stage it was left to the Canadians and an Icelandic to offer a more cerebral alternative.

Rufus Wainwright played in front of a black and white US flag and spent his encore in drag, lip-syncing 'Come On Let's Get Happy', while Arcade Fire's euphoric pessimism seemed about right given the conditions. Win Butler said he was just in from a wedding in Dublin where the guests were "far more rowdy" than us. He didn't say who got married.

As Bjork declared independence for the Falklands (she is that mad), the Arctic Monkeys invited Dizzee Rascal on stage but someone forgot to turn on his microphone and the moment passed. Alex Turner was pleased with the crowd as "some people said we didn't have enough songs to headline the pyramid stage".

He didn't say who these doubters were.

The Irish had a near monopoly of the bill on the acoustic stage. With Damien Dempsey and Duke Special playing unofficial stages on Thursday night, on Friday Jack L and the Hothouse Flowers were joined by what seemed a too-close-forcomfort line-up . . . Damien Rice and Lisa Hannigan. Huge anticipation awaited the set of Hannigan, Rice's erstwhile muse, but there was no sign of her. Instead there was a Scottish lady named Julie Fowlis.

Was Lisa pushed or did she jump from the bill? Hmmm.

Last night the Americans were to the fore. The Killers triumphantly pranced around the pyramid stage, while not far away Iggy and the Stooges were trying to incite a riot.

Speaking of the elderly, tonight's last hurrah goes to The Who and the surreal sound of 60-somethings singing "I hope I die before I