Glastonbury on Sunday, as it happened: The Cure close Glastonbury 2019 with 'Boys Don't Cry'

Good morning and welcome to the last day of the Independent's Glastonbury live blog! We'll be bringing you all the latest from Worthy Farm this sunny Sunday.

It's the year of the singer/rapper this year at Glastonbury. Lizzo delivered yesterday, more than meeting the high bar set by Stormzy's legendary set on Friday. Read Alexandra Pollard's review in full:

Poor old Hozier is probably sick of playing "Take me to Church" (you know a song has become ubiquitous when it crops up in a Les Mills gym class). The Glasto crowd definitely weren't sick of hearing it though. Read Alexandra Pollard's review in full here.

Mark Beaumont gave Liam Gallagher three stars for his Oasis-heavy set. Someone should probably warn Mark that Liam doesn't always take kindly to anything less than flowing praise. I was on the receiving end of the angrier Gallagher bro's ire a couple of Reading festivals ago over my own three-star take on his performance, although that was because I got the hue of his parka wrong...

Brace yourself for a Twitter tirade, Mark. Anyway, read the review here. As you were AB x

Of course, the main event yesterday were the Killers, who brought with them onto the stage a succession of special guests from Jimmy Carr to Johnny Marr. Jazz Munroe's excellent review is worth reading just for his summation of frontman Brendan Flowers alone.

"Brandon Flowers, who has the sort of charisma you would programme into an android concierge, enhances the sense of uncanny. His waxwork smile can’t decide whether to sell you a car or a chorus, and he reliably announces, with corporate pizzazz, the band’s catchphrase: “We’re the Killers, brought to you by way of fabulous Las Vegas, Nevada!”"

Janet Jackson's performed to a slightly thinned-out crowd yesterday thanks in part to a clash with Lizzo. The press delighted earlier this year when Jackson's team appeared to doctor the poster to give her a higher billing, but it sounds as though she definitely lived up to her own superstar expectations. Read Alexandra Pollard's four star review here.

One of the highlights yesterday for our Alexandra Pollard in the field was Lizzo and her flute solos: "The 31-year-old singer and rapper offered the perfect Saturday afternoon vibes - playful, rowdy, and laden with personality and defiant declarations of self-love. But it was the two flute solos - one during "Truth Hurts" and a second, full of trills and runs, during "Good as Hell" - which whipped the crowd up into a reverential frenzy. Lizzo is already a star, of course, but I suspect she's a future headliner."

Breaking news from Alexandra Pollard - the Glastonbury showers are finally back up and running, so you can throw away those nose pegs. 

"It's a new dawn, it's a new day, and the talk of the campsite this morning is that the showers are back in business, after being shut off yesterday to preserve water amid the extreme heatwave. The news has been met with even more enthusiasm than Lizzo's flute solos yesterday. Walking back to my tent with wet hair, as the sound of Christine and the Queens soundchecking ahead of her headline set on the Other Stage later today drifted through the air, I got a taste of the life of a celebrity. Every few seconds, people stopped me to ask if the rumours were true. I was thrilled to confirm that they were."

Anna Leszkiewicz achieved the holy grail of all celeb spots yesterday, Alexa Chung. It's her first time at Worthy Farm so I'm putting this golden egg down to beginners luck.

"I’ve never been to Glastonbury before, so my understanding of the festival has mostly been pieced together from pictures of Nick Grimshaw and his mates wading through mud in the following Monday’s Metro. So far it hasn’t been exactly what I expected - it’s so big, more a marathon than a wild messy sprint. But then I saw her - Alexa Chung, in the flesh, laughing and making an offhand comment about the weather - looking exactly like she did in pictures in 2008. Finally I felt so Glasto."

Slowthai's set was full of false starts, political ire...and socks. Read Mark Beaumont's review in full here.