I've had 48 years in Pink Floyd – quite a few of those years at the beginning, with Roger [Waters]. And those years in what is now considered to be our heyday were 95% musically fulfilling and joyous and full of fun and laughter. I certainly don't want to let the other 5% colour my view of what was a long and fantastic time together. But it has run its course, we are done – and it would be fakery to go back and do it again.

Obviously I accept there are people who want to go and see and hear this legend that was Pink Floyd, but I'm afraid that's not my responsibility. To me, it's just two words that tie together the work that four people did together. It's just a pop group. I don't need it. I don't need to go there.

While this is theoretically sad news, Pink Floyd hasn't really existed since about 1982 or so when they kicked Richard Wright out of the band. Roger Waters left in 1985, and Wright eventually returned, but it's not like anything close to approximating an original lineup has been using the name Pink Floyd since that time (save for the Live 8 reunion pictured above where I swear Waters is giving the peace sign and not doing the bunny ears thing to Gilmour). When Wright died in 2008, most people looked at that as the end of Pink Floyd anyway.