So Friday at Latitude we headed to the Radio 4 tent to see if we could get tickets for Loose Ends as the programme advertised that Tim would be on it and that it also finished before the comedy started but after standing in the stationary queue for about half an hour we gave up and headed to hang outside the comedy tent until it opened.

It’s worth mentioning now that all I saw this weekend was comedy, with technically only one exception, so now you get to read about who I found interesting as there isn’t really anything else worth typing about apart from security man 121, who lacked any social skills whatsoever - he was nearly as bad as mid-life-crisis guy from The Bloomsbury. He was just very bossy to people waiting to get in, especially on the Saturday when we all had to sit a few feet back from the tent in case of a fire, which was clearly a load of bollocks because if people were to run out in case of a fire they’d have been greeted by a wall of people. Well, until about 15 minutes before the tent opened, in which case they would’ve been greeted by security tape. This was especially annoying as Tim was still teching when we got there and he delighted in entertaining the assembled crowd with I Will Survive, Fly Me To The Moon and If I Didn’t Have You.

But that was Saturday and I still haven’t discussed why 121 was so disgustingly rude. Well let’s go back to Saturday: we were all sat back from the tent due to these apparent fire regulations (my arse) and two young boys turned up who didn’t know about them and sat close to the tent. 121’s reaction to this was not to ask them nicely to move because of the so-called fire regulations but to say menacingly to them, “if you don’t move over there I’ll pick you up and throw you”. Charming. Strangely enough when we threatened to report him on Sunday after more rudeness he suddenly became all nice and friendly to us. What a wanker.

Back to Friday though. I’m not gonna go through individual acts as that could get boring. Instead I’ll just talk about my highlights. My first one of which was Adam Bloom, who I wasn’t totally sure about beforehand but now I’m totally in love with his stuff - given half a chance I’d happily go see him again.

Simon Day was on next, whilst not a highlight I would just like to point out how it was the same set as what he did at Union Chapel and how it went down like lead balloon, just like at the Union Chapel gig. Luckily he was followed by Ben Norris, another comedian who I fell in love with despite never having seen him before.

After this we were treated to Marcus Brigstoke and Andre Vincent doing a version of the Early Edition because Dave Fulton’s bike had broken down, which lead to us all shouting “your bike’s shit” at him via Marcus’s mobile phone. It was a bit monotonous until Ralph Little handed Andre a newspaper story about him and if I remember rightly, a hooker or something. I can’t remember the details and nor can I find the story but I know I didn’t imagine it all.

Russell Howard was next and he was his usual self, barely even worth mentioning, except that he was good for photos - I very much enjoyed photographing him. Afterwards were two, quite frankly, rather dull comedians but luckily up next was the festival highlight for me and probably anyone else who was there.

Yes, next up was Ross Noble, the first comedian to actually involve those outside of the tent. I could try and describe his set but it’s Ross and let’s face it, that’s pretty much impossible. I’ll try my best to explain how the culmination of his set came about though. First some guy had left a note on the stage saying “sausage rolls!” which was probably in reference to some past gig that Ross will have long forgotten about so Ross decided to go on about how the exclamation mark made it look like he was shouting it rather than saying it. I think it was at this point when he mentioned the audience outside and got them to cheer but there appeared to be a slight delay between Ross telling them to do it and it occurring so he deduced that they were on a satellite delay or down a wormhole, obviously. At this point he was clearly enjoying himself and was telling outside to clap twice on his command and then us inside the tent to go “shh” afterwards. After this had been going a while he decided to sing We Will Rock You. As you do.

With all this in place it was easy to see how the finale of his set came about. His genius idea was to get us all singing Bohemian Rhapsody and then at the bit where the guitar riff comes in, he would leap over the barriers and lead us all in a conga to the nearest vegan stand to yell “sausage rolls!” at them. It actually worked to an extent. We forgot bits of Bohemian Rhapsody as was always going to be the case; the conga was more like a throng of people but we did go to a vegan stand to yell “sausage rolls!” at them. It must have been a bizarre site for people not there to see a few thousand people swarm to one food stand and then see a mass of hair crowdsurfing. It’s a shame that Noble doesn’t get to do this type of thing more often as it’s clearly something he enjoyed, just like everyone else involved.

More on this story eventually. I have to be up reasonably early tomorrow to answer the door for a package so I’m having an early-ish night. Still, I don’t think there’s much left apart from me talking about a bunch of comedians and then I have another story to tell about London but that’s fading out of mind so quickly I’m probably gonna have forgotten it but we’ll see.

Today I did actually do something and that was go and see Wall-E, which is clearly awesome bar the shoving an environmental message down your throat. It sounds like a really harsh criticism but I actually really enjoyed it. One of the better CGI animated films there’s been.