Trailer trash like Twakkie (he of mullet and Corne fame) are supposed to get down to langarm sokkie treffers or, at the very best, '80s Eurotrash.

So what was he (or at least the man behind the moustache Rob van Vuuren) doing shaking his limbs to the complex African grooves of 340ml — at least until a fellow punter spotted him and had Van Vuuren mug it up for the camera?

That's but one of the questions from day three of Rocking The Daisies. Others? Can't Colin Moss afford better wheels than a Polo? How did the organisers manage to keep the rain away until the very end? Who is Tim and why was he shouting outside my tent at 4 this morning? And why won't our car start? (more on that later...)

But the biggest question: who forgot to tell the fans (and bands) that the last day of a music festival is supposed to be a total letdown, like the morning-after with the hangover from hell?

The talent on stage steadfastly refused to be relegated to 'Soundtrack for people packing up — Volume 3': The Little Kings' roots reggae vibes gently woke the dead and the Simon van Gend Band's starkly direct and honest acoustic folk eased them into the day, before Son of a 1000 Blues bashed the babbelaas with their bluesy rock (and guitar feedback).

As Van Vuuren will no doubt tell you, 340ml continued the good vibes with a virtuoso performance of their intricate jazz-reggae tunes and 'Kung-fu smiles', setting the scene for an epic closing performance from Bed on Bricks, who were so game they partied on through an extended encore even as Mike Hardy's voice took a beating.

Don't leave before the last band has played — you'll regret it more than a pounding head and furry tongue the next morning.

Check that your inflatable mattress works before leaving home — two towels just don't provide the same level of comfort.

Don't drive your colleague's car if you know nothing about immobilisers (see above).

If you run out of money for alcohol, just stay awake all weekend — sleep deprivation causes slurred speech, wonky walking and a pounding headache at no price.

Earplugs are a sound investment if you want to get any sleep.

The success of an SA music festival isn't determined by the number of international bands on the bill.

Day 1: Robots, inflatable sharks and 2am car trouble

Day 2: Boardshorts, lilos, swimming and African dictators

In pictures: Rocking the Daisies '09