The sun set and the stylus ground to a halt and with it the end of Creamfields 2010.
Dance fanatics shuffled out of the festival's rural home with the neverending sound of the beat ringing in their ears knowing they had been part of what man-of-the-moment-DJ David Guetta called 'the biggest party on the planet'.
And try telling 40,000 ravers otherwise, because I would not like to be said person.
Walking round the Cheshire site, you see the usual smattering of the dressed up fantastical. Some try their hand at becoming fashionistas, some let their inhibitions go and adopt a more fictional wardrobe, and then there's the rest - who have little or no interest in festival aesthetics.
Whatever the clobber, there exists a common under-the-umbrella togetherness to dance like nobody's watching. I had a brief but enlightening conversation with the Pink Panther about the direction of festival food over some foot hopping dub step, while a couple of Wallies (Where's) treated me to a Jagerbomb as mind inducing techno filtered into the brain.
Catering for every electronic palate, revellers raced to the ticketing finish line in the fastest selling Creamfields to date and with such euphoria inducing crowd pleasers it's not exactly difficult to see why.
One thing that Saturday's headline act is not is underground. Commercial he may be but you have to hand it to the skinny Frenchman, he knows how to produce dirty pop. DAVID GUETTA stood raised on his pedestal between two spark spitting robots that briefly made you worry that the night would be your last - on this planet at least.
The most in-demand producer in the world as clocks stand was not to have his limelight stolen though by the terminator esque intruders. With a cheeky smile and an effusive aura Monsieur Guetta cast his rod into the adoring crowd and hooked convulsing dancers into his signature world of electro-pop-house.
Every day seems like party day to the superstar DJ, who afterwards said owed eternal gratitude the festival for giving him his international break.
LEFTFIELD showed exactly why their longevity will last just that little bit longer. Even though the majority headed to see SWEDISH HOUSE MAFIA just a stones throw across the way, Neil Barnes minus partner in crime Paul Daley brought their influential fusion of house and dub and reggae to just a handful of guests.
But to their credit the pioneer was not to be deterred and in truth the intimacy of the vacuous tent made progressive dance fans shift their contorting carcasses that little bit more.
Continuing the trend of the most pertinent and eye opening news breaking on social media CALVIN HARRIS had already twittered a tweet on twitter tweeting about how his Creamfields slot was to be his last with a live band.
Undecided on the Scottish producer's sentimental side, it's difficult to tell whether a last performance with a backing band before he concentrates fully on Djing tugged at the heartstrings on his part or ours.
Whatever the cognition behind the emotion it cannot be denied a crowd was sent into raptures right before our very eyes. In football terms Harris was on a goal-scoring hot streak as as he serenaded the Creamfields crowd with hits like Acceptable in the 80's, Ready for the Weekend and You Used to Hold Me.
The lanky Scotsman finished with I'm Not Alone, a track which personified the Creamfields atmosphere and set the thronging mass of revellers into overdrive ahead of Tiësto's highly anticipated headline act.
To finish a review of some admitted brevity, a small mention for a huge festival coup - DEADMAU5. Swelling like an oversized water balloon, a capacity crowd clambered over one another, for one of the weekend's most eagerly awaited performances.
Seemingly dragging the sun down from the sky with the spinning of a record crowd, a spectacular light show ensued but so did laid back beats, when an exuberant crowd seemed slightly more interested in losing their super charged inhibitions for an hour or so.
Having said that the mellowness of the non-threatening tones may have been what a hyped up crowd needed in a brief stasis before showstealer David Guetta's must-see set.
Highlights: David Guetta, David Guetta's studded shoes, David Guetta eating a burger with a plastic knife and fork.
Rating: 8/10
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