Quotes from the rest of Inside Out

We have one very specific advantage over the majority of touring bands. The total inability of us to moonwalk, duckwalk, set fire to our hair or play guitars with our teeth means that the audience to not need a constant video monitor to show what we are doing on stage.

[When voting on which songs would appear on the final album, The Division Bell, Richard Wright voted his material 10 points and everyone else's zero], and it took David and me a while to work out why this new album was rapidly becoming a Rick Wright magnum opus. The voting system was placed under review, as we came up with various systems of electoral colleges and second preference votes that would hace graced any mayoral contest.

[When picking the list for the compilation album Echoes] we had to deal with the fact that Roger, like Rick before him, would only vote for his own tracks. God bless democracy.

At dinner one night, we agreed with Douglas [Adams] that if he came up with a name for the album that we liked, we would make a payment to the charity of his choice. He cogitated for a while and suggested The Division Bell. The real irritation was that it was a phrase contained within the existing lyrics: we really should have read them more carefully.

[On Live at Pompeii:] We later learnt that a lot of the paperwork relating to the film had been lost in a fire, proof, as I have learnt over the years, that offices of those handling such matters are prone to levels of self-immolation, flooding and invasion by locusts that even Old Testament prophets would have found unbelievable.

Brian [Humphries, Animals producer] never totally realised that among a band noted for their left-of-centre sensibilities, it was wiser to keep his own somewhat more right-wing views to himself, especially when Roger was in earshot.

While Brian was on a break, Roger and I had assumed engineering duties, and successfully erased David's recently completed guitar solo. This was a perfect moment for me to recognise Roger's seniority.

We were all aware of the arrival of punk - even anyone who didn't listen to the music could not have failed to notice the Sex Pistols' explosion into the media spotlight. Just in in case we had missed this, locked in our Britannia Row bunker, Johnny Rotten kindly sported a particularly fetching 'I hate Pink Floyd' T-shirt.

Although we could sympathise with [punk's sentiments towards the record industry's concentration on "dinosaur" legacy acts over new talent], we were, however, on the wrong side of the divide, as far as the punk generation were concerned. 'Of course, you don't want the world populated only with dinosaurs,' I said at the time, 'but it's a terribly good thing to keep some of them alive.'

[Nick got asked to produce a punk album by the Damned.] We finished the album, and mixed it in the time Pink Floyd would have taken to set up the microphones.