“This is better than Metallica on a Friday night” chirps Paul Weller, alluding to the heavy metal giants headlining Glastonbury in a rather bigger, and damper, field than the one we’re all standing in at Dalby Forest.

The vibe is relaxed, a little like a festival for the over-40s, and, for some, it appears the 1990s have never left.

But where once there was cheap lager now there is boxed Prosecco and the Range Rovers in the crammed car park remind us that what everyone is experiencing is a hefty dose of nostalgia.

Not that Weller has ever been inclined to look too far into the past.

An unexpected rendition of The Style Council’s My Ever Changing Moods and a roaring version of The Jam classic Start are as far back as the ‘Modfather’ is prepared to trawl from his near 40 year career.

Those expecting a greatest hits show from his earlier solo work are also thrown off course, the opening Sunflower and the closing The Changingman largely brief refrains.

What we get instead is a sublime version of Friday Street and a set heavy with numbers from more recent records like Sonik Kicks, Wake Up The Nation and 22 Dreams.

This is a delight, not a disappointment.

Joining many of the picnic-basket brigade in having seen Weller more times than I care to remember, there’s no serious desire to hear the ten thousandth performance of You Do Something To Me.

Weller’s energy - he throws his head around as he thrashes a guitar collection that needs to be seen to be believed - and a insanely well-drilled rhythm section instead bring vigour to Sea Spray, while From The Floorboards Up shakes the trees.

Glastonbury? You can keep it.