Lovely weathery weekendy type time in Blackpool. Pizza, chips, beer, wine, Morrissey, bike rides and sun burn (honest). Pics to your right.

Morrissey in Manchester was stunning. 15,000 folk singing along to 'There Is A Light That Never Goes Out' can't fail to move you. No longer such a shy boy, he chatted in-between songs, took the piss out of London, Pop Idol and Bush, goaded the front row to get on stage and seduce him (they couldn't but tried their damndest), whipped his mic cable like a pro dominatrix and sang his tired old cynical heart out. Brilliant.
Franz Ferdinand were good too.