Day 2. Hangovers and aching limbs are omnipresent. The sun has gone from ally to enemy in a few twilight hours. Ow. Vows never to drink again are made. And then broken almost instantly. Why do we do this to ourselves? Whilst we're busy questioning our hopeless need for hedonistic excess, Bombay Bicycle Club are stood on the NME/Radio 1 stage looking pleasantly surprised by the amount of early-risers who have crawled from their tents in time to watch their set. And not only watch, but sing and dance, cheer and clap, bounce and crowdsurf. With the average spectator of around the same age as the band there's a different feel to this performance. It's more like a community of friends rather than idols and idolisers. If there wasn't a barrier in the way, you get the feeling BBC would happily dance and sing with those gathered, instead of standing on their lofty stage. 'How Are You' and 'Evening/Morning' get the biggest reaction out of all the BBC's intelligent indie-pop musings, whilst the band also win a prize for the most random on stage guest when someone dressed in a panda suit briefly joins them for a quick run around. Fun, clever and with plenty of time on their hands to get even better? In a few years time, Bombay Bicycle Club are going to be bigger than Beth Ditto's desire to strip off at every show she plays, i.e. pretty fucking massive. Kids in Glass Houses have a song called 'Saturday' and, guess what, they're playing on Saturday. Absolutely side-splittingly funny, huh? No. The band in question, however, yes. Ok, ok, so they're not that bad, they're just a little devoid of personality and seem to think it's still 2003. Bless. And they need to work on their live performance because I was so desperate for some entertainment that I was *this* close to poking myself in the eye repeatedly and then drinking the resulting blood and tears. Note: never let your friends drag you to see a band if they describe them as "really fun punk-pop, like Lostprophets mixed with Busted." It will only end in tears. Debut album-scrapping, doo-wop indie-pop dandies Joe Lean & the Jing Jang Jong are a welcome relief, even if Joe's size triple zero frame does make you feel morbidly obese. The song that propelled them into the spotlight, 'Lucio Starts Fires' whips the crowd into a frenzy whereas 'Dear Rose' and 'Baby' get them shuffling and swaying. One cover of Big Star's 'Hey Little Child' later and the Jing Jang Jong make way for Santogold, buzz artist extraordinaire and stupidly talented lady. Her wardrobe leaves a little to be desired (baby pink floral dress with matching trousers?) but who really cares when she has songs as brilliant as breakthrough single 'L.E.S Artistes' and 'Creator'. New single 'Lights Out', with it's Seattle inspired bassline, proves to be a veritable hit and gets the packed tent warmed up just enough for new heroes Mystery Jets a short while later. Since the release of their first album, 'Making Dens', Mystery Jets have gone from nu-prog unknowns to 80s revival encouragers. Sophomore record '21' is a synth-laden pop wonder that has worked it's way into the underage audience's hearts, minds and souls, the evidence of which is seen here today. It's a ramshackle affair with samples being played at the wrong time and We Are Scientists' Keith Murray catching the quartet off guard when he runs on to join them during 'Young Love'. A little messy it may be, but endearingly so. Mystery Jets' enthusiasm and sense of fun means there's always the window for mistakes but when they so clearly are in love with what they're doing, it's hard to find fault. Underneath the red and blue canopy of the Festival Republic tent, indie snobbery is alive and well. Gareth Campesinos! tells the crowd it's "been my dream for the past six months to play a gig where there's no Ting Tings fans there", referring to the Manchester duo who are at this very moment playing to a full tent just across the way. I get the impression your average Los Campesinos! fan isn't too enamoured with such a band either and am proved right when they vent their hatred through the repeated chanting of "Fuck you Ting Tings". Personally, how anyone could choose to watch the Ting Tings over Los Camp! is beyond me - there are only a handful of bands who are more fun to watch than this septet from "Cardiff in Wales, near Bristol in England." Especially not when they add verses of Pavement's 'Box Elder' to the beginning of 'You! Me! Dancing!' and make monitors into podiums for them to finish their set stood upon. Later, Bloc Party suffer from the widely-reported main stage sound problems but do their best connect with the crowd. Making reference to the group's third album 'Intimacy', which was released on Thursday (Aug 21st), Kele Okereke kicked off the much-loved band's biggest Reading performance to date with new single 'Mercury'. One other new song was showcased during the set, 'One Month Off', perfectly proving Okereke right when he said 'Intimacy' was a mixture of debut 'Silent Alarm' and 2007's 'A Weekend in the City'. After seemingly finishing on a raucous version of 'Helicopter', the quartet returned to the stage to play their first single 'She's Hearing Voices' much to the crowd's delight. Saturday's headliners were probably the only thing that let the festival down this year with a choice of The Killers, Manic Street Preachers, Elliot Minor or Gallows not providing the most exciting end to the day. Plus, it seems if you want to avoid listening to the Killers you'd be better off stood right in front of the stupidly  quiet main stage than back in your tent, where everything is strangely loud. Other highlights: Electro-punks Fangs' ripping things up on the BBC Introducing stage, dancing like Foals' Yannis Phillipakis and We Are Scientist's offering some (slightly threatening) words of advice to would-be bottlers.