It's a fine morning in Rennes and my door worked beautifully. Blois, our next stop, is only 150 miles away so we can afford to drive at whatever the car equivalent of a mosey is. Ruby Throat were first on of three last night and played a blinder, KatieJane edging ever closer to falling off her chair as she does her thing. The headliners were rubbish, prompting Chris and I to heartily agree that most French music is shite, until we found out the lead singer was from Swindon. Saying that, French headliners John & Jehn at the Grenoble gig were pretty special.