Finally the downpours downsize and most people have arrived on site. It's time to kick off Balado's day two then...
The party's in full swing as the dusk looms. Following blinding sets by Arcade Fire and Razorlight, it's the turn of T In The Park favourites The Killers to headline Saturday night. It may be a strangely dressed yank running the show on stage, but with anthems like 'Smile Like You Mean It' delighting the crowd, who cares?
My Chemical Romance pack the Radio 1/NME Stage and play a set almost identical to the one they played at Download. Yawn!
Amy Winehouse has cancelled her set on the Radio 1/NME Stage, prompting rumours about her health. The tabloids have been rife all week about her boozing, perhaps she realised she had no chance of keeping pace with the Scots.
Manchester legends James treat fans to a track that's so new it doesn't have a title and singer Tim Booth reads the lyrics from a sheet of paper. It sounds great all the same. The set ends with a mini stage invasion but it's invited dancers from the crowd only. We won't have any Iggy Pop chaos here.
Festival director Geoff Ellis tells us that even the local farmers were stunned by the extent of the downpours in recent days. The heavy rain meant that several car parks had to be closed, campsites were flooded and many fans were left stranded.
The Radio 1/NME Stage gets off to a flyer with pounding sets from Blood Red Shoes and Dogs before Little Man Tate excite an unusually large early crowd with their Jam-esque sounds. People are still grumbling though, swapping tales about yesterday's travel horrors. An irate David McKerlie, 25, from Glasgow, tells us: "I was stuck for five hours, it was really frustrating and I missed almost all of yesterday's bands. I can understand why the extra checks were needed though."
Morning dawns to the smug knowledge that we still have another two days of wall to wall music, a first at T, and it already feels like we've had a fair share of fun. In fact it feels like we've been here for ages, but probably not any more so that the cider swilling band of misfits 'camping' next to us who've clearly been up all night. Good luck lads, there's a long way to go.