The end.

The rain held off. The headliners kicked ass. What more could you want?

Well, I'm glad you asked that. How about:

1. More support for Zimbabwe in the United Nations. As Dickie Ashcroft had it: "Shame on United Nations!!!". Dickie has watched Sky News, and he is not best pleased by you, Mr Putin. So sort it out, or else he's doing 'Keys To The World' as a ten minute jam-encore.

2. MGMT to be upgraded to the sort of tents that you can get into. They packed-out Glasto. Everyone knew today was gonna go to overspill again. Sawt it aht, bruv.

3. These men to come raving with us more often.

Dance tent, you'd think? Nah, this was at Joe Lean and The Jing Jang Jong.

4. The Chemical Brothers, generally-speaking. Their sound was approximately twice as loud and three times as pristine as anything else we saw on the second stage. And their bad-acid screensaver visuals on their 60-foot-high LCD screens are head-splitting, a genuinely trance-inducing marriage of image to music that they must have spent an age plotting out. Mad props to the syphilitic clown motif during 'Do It Again'.

6. World Peace.

7. That you'd never seen this, the grimmest road safety ad ever.

8. Sleep. G'night.