Jack here reporting back from the Glasgow leg of the tour.
Try as we, Florence And The Machine, and White Lies might, this is Glasvegas country.
The crowd are polite enough, but most seem to be tolerating our presence until the returning heroes take the stage. Still, you'd have to have a heart of polished concrete to not find the sight of thousands people singing along to 'Its My Own Cheating Heart...'.
I watch from the relatively safety of the bar and still get covered in blood, beer and tears. Strictest security of the tour at this venue, as apparently Glasvegas are such huge heroes in their own town, that some want to show their appreciation by attacking them. It'll be a sad day when we can no longer walk the streets of St Albans without a glasses and moustache disguise.