Phil Collins was sitting on the sofa nodding his head while Tony Banks (the keyboard player) did all the talking. Mike Rutherford, the guitarist, wasn't there.

Tony was asking me to play bass for them. I explained that I was a musical incompetent. Not only I did not know how to play the bass, but that I have no musical ability whatsoever. The day I string two notes together will be long after Armageddon has come and gone.

He wasn't bothered and insisted that I join them. I read somewhere that the reason supergroups suck is because all bands need a Ringo to keep things simple and grounded. Maybe they wanted me to be their Ringo?

He wore me down and I agreed to tour with them, but I refused to join as a full band member. I've read enough about bad record contracts to know that I could end up owing money to the record company, so I insisted on being paid a large weekly salary while still having equal rights as the rest of the band.

At the concert I cut the set list of some of the longer songs so the audience was going to get a shorter show than planned. I then announced to the crowd that they're going to get excellent value for money. Then I realised that they probably paid over £100 for this show, so I quickly added, "At least I think so," but I didn't even convince myself.