I have never really forgotten those songs. We all have them burnt into our cores. Stewart and I practised together before going up to rehearse in Vancouver. I had dreams about us playing together again. I can`t remember whether they were happy or sad, they were just big and deep and haunting. I never stopped thinking about Sting and Stewart. I didn`t see very much of Sting because I live in LA and he was only here once or twice a year. But when I saw him recently after he read my book, we couldn`t stop chatting. There was a flow between us that made me think something had shifted.

It`s not a democracy. It`s an ego-cracy. We all have one. But Sting hears things. I respect his abilities. Maybe I can learn something. And if it`s not working, I`ll say so.

Hair is not really that big an issue I suppose. And in some ways it unified the group. Mind you, the first time I looked in the mirror I had this really brassy orange-yellow hair. I looked like some old whore! It took a bit of getting used to and of course the people I`d known before were all sniggering at me. It was pretty grim - no work, no money and bright blond hair.

Sting often steps between Stewart and me. We have differences... on most things. Where as Sting and I tend to agree. In fact all the time it goes round in a circle.

Some of the songs that Sting brings in just don`t sound like the Police at all. So we have to re-work and re-shape them until they do sound like the Police. But the credit goes to the guy who brings in the demo because really it`s his song. And, he usually happens to be Sting.

Sometimes in places like India, you have to sort of say to them, OK, now jump up and down! Clap your hands!` But they get the message, the music gets to them. You can manage to produce more or less the same reaction all over the world...