We were to be taking part in a sing-a-long organised by Terry Wogan's TOGs to raise funds for Children in Need.

It was most enjoyable but slightly bizarre to be singing With A Little Help From My Friends in Studio 2 (where said song was originally recorded) with an assortment of Radio 2 presenters and newsreaders, accompanied by a choir from Salisbury and a four-piece band dressed in Sgt Pepper outfits.

How do you follow that?

Well, a week at Ronnie Scott's ain't bad. We headed off to the famed jazz club to begin our residency. It was an incredible experience. On Wednesday after our gig we went upstairs to sit in on the regular jam session. It was so uplifting to hear talented young players. I often worry about the future of jazz but hearing these chaps made me feel a lot better. Try to find a local jam session and pay a visit, you never know what you might hear.

High on life and looking for a taxi to take us back to our hotel a few mins around the corner (£5.70 usually), Muddy suddenly had an amazing idea – "As it's such a beautiful evening, why don't we go back in a tuk-tuk?"

For those of you, who like me, don't or didn't know what one of them is – it's a bicycle taxi powered by a sickeningly fit and healthy person.

Mud and I jumped in one, Colin and AD in another. Whizzing through the streets of London with the wind our hair, AD got out his guitar and we all sang "Mama don't allow no tuk-tuk drivers in here," in three-part harmony. We were all beaming smiles…until…

"How much do we owe you?"

"Seven pounds."

"How reasonable."

"Seven pounds each."

"Well, I suppose we did have two tuk-tuks" said Mud offering a £20 note.

"No £7 EACH."

"£28!!!!"

"Yes, would you like a receipt?"

"Yes, please – but I'm not giving you a tip"

Mud – "I think he's just given us one."