Who: Dizzee Rascal

Where and when: Pyramid stage, Friday 8pm.

Dress code: Dizzee sports one of his customised England tops – available at all good merchandising stalls.

What happened: It's hard not to think of the old adage about George Best and the hotel room when contemplating Dizzee Rascal's meteoric rise over the last two years – five No 1s, second on the bill of the Pyramid stage ... where did it all go wrong Dizzee? It was clear last year when he played a similar set on this same stage that the boy from Bow had long surpassed his grime roots. This year's performance just confirms it, from the middle-aged women in fleeces (fleeces? In this heat?! Are you sure, Will Dean? – Ed) walking around yelling "RASCAL" during Jus' a Rascal, to the kids jumping around on their dads' shoulders blaring out the words to Bonkers. The biggest cheer, though, comes when Florence Welch – who along with half the crowd – has legged it over from the Other stage to begin the encore with the duo's mashup You Got the Dirtee Love. It's a real love-in all round, Dizzee's mum stands proudly by the side of the stage; someone in the crowd lets off a smoke flare and everyone bounces up and down to Holiday. The boy still knows how to work a room.

Who's watching: A woman with a hat made out of fruit and, after a while, the 30-odd thousand Florence fans who've trekked from her gig.

High point: Dizzee's supersonic rapping during a mashup of Stand Up Tall and Nirvana's Smells Like Teen Spirit. The only people not enjoying it are the signers translating (or trying to) for deaf people.

Low point: Dizzee's dreary World Cup single Shout. Thankfully, James Corden is live on TV at half nine so we're spared him gobbing along to Tears for Fears.

In a tweet: Sweet like a nut, sweet like Tropicana.