I'm very lucky professionally to be paid for the privilege of being able to indulge two professions; this... and photography.

As a photographer I get to look into peoples' eyes and share time with them. I get to find out what makes them tick, how they are as professionals, mothers, fathers, kids. So it's no accident that the funny stories I am told during commissions and the things I see, with a dose of discretion clearly, make it to the radio show! You have to live life, to talk about it after all.

So, excuse a little self indulgment if that's what it is, but I thought you may like a glimpse through a window into my other life for a moment. Here are some of my own favourite images from 'beyond the microphone,' with a touch of commentary. I'll update as often as poss.

The picture above features Reading musician Ashley Bruce. I've forged a good friendship with Ash since getting to know him two or three years ago. That was before I joined the station for the Sunday afternoon show. Now of course we work professionally together on various projects, photos sometimes, but mainly in support of him musically. Talented chap. His enthusiasm is contagious. I love this shot. It was taken at The Forbury in town, in their cinema. What a place!

The older I get, the more I feel free to experiment professionally, that goes for radio and photography. About a month ago I photographed a wedding at one of my favourite venues in Oxfordshire. About a week earlier, I'd bought a rope light, like the ones used in 80s discos. Instead of the usual Bridal Suite pic of 'bride in a chair,' Mel lay back on the bed and we positioned the rope around her. Always dare to be a little different.

This is one of the most important and satisfying portraits I have captured and to be fair, probably one of the first. Best Man at my wedding Steve brought my Goddaughter Katie-Ella up to the studio for some shots. As a baby, Katie had the most incredible easy going temperament I have experienced. We did some shots, then for an unknown reason grabbed a fake fur jacket that was hanging in the changing room. We draped it around her and Katie sat motionless, just staring out. There are some smiley shots, but this is far more striking as an image. It's what I call my Marmite shot. You love it, or you hate it.

I captured this at a Zulu Kraal (village) in South Africa last March at a wedding commission I was on, just before starting my year of the breakfast show at 107. This was one of my defining moments visiting SA for the first time. Pockets of their true past exist, if only for tourism. I loved the movement, the ferocity and nature of this exceptionally potent dance ritual. Ten men could make you feel very small indeed. Imagine facing tens of thousands during the raging battles of the late 19th Century in the Anglo-Zulu War.

Well, there you go, a glimpse of what happens in my life post microphone switch-off.