After 86 long hours (about only 3% of which were spent sleeping), countless exclamations of profanity as yet another 'crazy' punter mudslides all over what were once clean clothes and, yes, some pretty brilliant bands, we're glad it ends like this.

Of tonight’s three main headliners, The Gossip are the only ones whose best days aren't a speck in the distance visible only with a Hubble-strength telescope. Their time is now, and tonight is a performance that will go down in legend.

Forget all the hoopla about size zero, lesbianism and squirrel-eating (I'm fairly confident that I've put worse things than fried rodent in my mouth this weekend, and no messing), tonight is about the music. And maybe a little bit about what a brilliant star Beth Ditto is. Tearing through a near-evangelical 'Listen Up' like a day glo counterculture Shirley Bassey, there's little doubt that she's the biggest (in every sense) thing to hit this stage all day. It’s a climactic 'Standing In The Way Of Control' that is, of course, THE TUNE. It straddles all before it and humps it into submission. It’s like Skins down the front. It’s like Skins up the back. It’s an awesome ay to round off the weekend.

Best Song: ‘Standing In The Way Of Control’

Best Moment: Beth holding the entire audience in wonderment.

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It’s been a pretty amazing year for Jamie T – what with mass acclaim and NME awards and whatnot - and this gig caps it all off nicely. Drawing a deservedly massive crowd - the best vantage point we can find is closer to that accursed square pie stall than the actual tent - his performance makes up for the hit-and-miss nature of today's line up and then some. 'If You Got The Money' and 'Pacemaker' both sound utterly amazing, but its an anthemic 'Sheila' that gets us thinking about climbing the giant pylon next to us and screaming the lyrics to the heavens. Common sense intervenes and we don't, but it was a fucking close call.

Best Song: ‘Sheila’.

Best Moment: The entire thing.

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Technically, there's no reason for Just Jack to be as average to us as he actually is.

After all, in theory, he's The Streets with the edges smoothed over, and that shouldn't be too awful. But the fact that for most of his 45-minute set the crowd are more interested in watching two idiots swimming in mud speaks volumes.

Best Song: 'Stars In The Eyes'

Best Moment: The mud-men.

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Current doyen of all that is now and vacuous, Mark Ronson is nonetheless a vast, gaping chasm of improvement from Scott Matthews in that he at least manages to entertain.

Not only that, but his enthusiasm for absolutely everything seems totally genuine. Lord knows what Thom Yorke would make of the jazz-lounge version of Radiohead's 'Just' but you know what? Fuck it.

We're having fun, he's having fun and everyone else around us is too. Due to Amy Winehouse buggering off a couple of days ago, the most anticipated of his star guests doesn't show, but Tim Burgess' appearance for The Charlatans' 'The Only One I Know' makes up for it.

Best Song: 'Valerie'.

Best Moment: Tim Burgess' appearance.

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Readers, I'm a reasonable man. I've only properly wished death upon three people in my entire life, and even then, I took one of them back.

But nothing grinds my gears quite like over-earnest singer songwriters. Over-earnest singer songwriters like Scott Matthews.

There's no doubt that this parent-snaring troubadour really means everything he says - he's playing an acoustic guitar and singing with his eyes closed, after all - he just doesn't seem terribly sure of what he's saying. Awful.

Best Song: There isn't one. Really.

Best Moment: Walking back to our tent, planning this review.

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Shit the bed. In the 15 minutes it took us to walk to the Square Pie stall and back, the John Peel Tent has become one giant, sheltered mudbath, approaching knee-height in depth.

Still, The Young Knives manage to take our mind off things. They might dress like modern studies teachers, but their quirky, resolutely English indie pop is a joy to behold.

They even throw in a couple of new songs - the best of which is the Futureheads-esque 'This World's Not Fit For You' - to much delight from the crowd.

Best Song: 'Put Your Dukes Up, John'

Best Moment: The massive cheer that goes up when House Of Lords announces that its Oliver the drummer's birthday.

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