Taken by Hugh Garry
A mere 15 minutes into one of Tottenham's biggest games in years Peter Crouch uncharacteristically gets himself sent off for two tackles that end the game as a contest. Sometimes we get away with moments of madness. Sometimes they cost us dearly. The final score was 4-0 to Madrid. Unbelievable. Seasons can flip on moments like this.
These are the lovely stairs at Dentsu London. I don't have to climb them every morning but if I did I think I'd opt for these over the lift any day.
Tonight Pete Tong
celebrated 20 years on Radio 1. It's impossible to
overstate the importance of Pete Tong on dance culture in the 90's and
early parts of the millennium.If it wasn't for him I would never have got my job at Radio 1. He also made my life as a DJ so easy by curating a brilliant collection of tunes Friday night making my record buying on a Saturday so simple. I can't imagine what it would have been like walking into Eastern Bloc records, trying to make sense of everything new on offer, without a list cribbed from my trusted guide's show as a good starting point.
It's my All Saints bird skull T-shirt, which I love. Wore it to the
restaurant Tonight. Rikki had her Grace Jones top on and Alex wore a
shirt with a design not too dissimilar to mine.
I live in Ancoats Manchester and I love it. It's full of history and
despite the area's gentrification it's retained a lot of its character.
This street is just around the corner behind the old Daily Express
building. It's like a scene from a Lowry. It wouldn't surprise me if the coal man still delivers and someone comes around every evening to switch on the gas lamps..
I was feeling a little bit groggy today so I went for a walk by the canal. I walk there often. I came across this graffiti which I'd never spotted before. It had clearly been there for some time. I couldn't help wonder if I would have noticed the rather dark graffiti and the heavy clouds had I been feeling better. I doubt it.Taking a picture every day forces you look for interestingness in places you might not have noticed interestingness before. Looking in the right frame of mind can change your perception once again. It can shine a light in dark spaces, remove obstacles and produce a clarity that wasn't there before.
When the sun is out the world changes. Everything is OK. Anything goes. Even in the middle of Manchester on a weekday afternoon
This is me at Radio 1's Big Weekend in Carlisle. It was my finalt Big Weekend. Today I announced that I'll be leaving the BBC. To be truly happy in life your personal and work values have to be aligned. You also need to feel challenged. I was starting to notice changes in both and so made the decision to leave. It's a big decision. But being happy is something that you have be aware of and work at, rather than just letting it happen to you. I'm happy that I've made this decision and completely taken aback by the nice things people have said about me.
In 1983 worked at The Hacienda in the bar called The Gay Traitor. It was named after Anthony Blunt, the British art historian who spied for the Soviet Union. When the Hacienda went into liquidation Peter Hook managed to empty the building before the liquidators got in. It was great to see this picture at a Hacienda exhibition in Manchester tonight. Anyone who spend any time at the club will be familiar with it. Blunt was famous for telling the stories to the 'enemy'. If that picture could speak it would have much more interesting stories than the those he gave to the Soviet Union.
Sometimes there is nothing better than chippy tea to end the day. Just perfect.
This year is all about stretching myself. The things I might have passed on in the past are now fully indulged. The big decisions I might have swerved are now firmly made. Whatever the challenge is I give it a go. If I fail I get back on and try again. I keep trying until I master what is I'm trying or have learnt enough to move on.
It's not mine. It's my mother's. She is a Roman Catholic. I don't necessarily share her beliefs but I believe that it makes her happy and that is all I need to believe in.
The dead pigeon should be the most interesting bit of this picture. But it's not. Today I found out that many of the kerbsides in Manchester date back to the Industrial Revolution. The roads of Manchester were suddenly filled with carts that would carry whatever goods were produced in the mills across the city and beyond. The wheels of the carts had metal rims, which were constantly destroying the kerbs. Cast iron kerbs were put in place to protect the paving. I'm amazed they've not been dug up and sold for scrap.
I pass this box almost every day. The 'change' in this picture isn't about the changing times. The 'change' refers to the record at the front of the box. It's never the same. Someone is looking at them. Buying them. Shuffling them. Whatever. Either way, someone other than me is interested in them. It might only be one other person, but that's enough to make me wonder who it is, what they do and what other interests we may share but never find out about.
This is the world famous BBC Radio Theatre in Broadcasting House. I took the picture before the seats filled up. It's been here since 1922. I've been giving talks in here since 1996. Today I gave my last. I talked about the birth of hip hop, Kurt Vonnegut's shape of 'stories', the adjacent possible, the industrial revolution, Tony Wilson, the history of the BBC and why now is the time to do great things. I hope I left an impression.
I dug these out of 'the draw that is filled with things you no loner use'. Every home has one. Some homes have many. The phone was the first phone I owned that shot video. The first generation iPod broke years ago. Apple were offering cash back on trade ins at the time but I decided to hang on to it. It's beautiful.
This is my middle son Jordan. I brought him and Josh to work today. I think he was surprised at how dull a radio show can look. Really dull. People are generally surprised when they find out my children are in their twenties. I still can't believe how much he looks like I did at that age. Yes. I was once cool and handsome like all my children. Or so I kid myself.
I'm in Ibiza. For the last time with Radio 1. I've been coming here since 1998. I fell in love with the place. Put on parties here. Bought two apartments here. Then started to fall out of love with it. I sold both my apartments. I stopped putting on parties. I don't want to fall out of love with it because it's where Rikki and I got together and those memories are far too precious. The last time I stayed at this hotel I ended up with pneumonia thanks to the dodgy aircom. It was so hot last night that I slept on the balcony. Better safe than sorry.
It was my leaving party tonight. Kate made me this hashtag cake. Everyone was very kind. I didn't cry, which I'd been worried about since the day I decided to leave. I nearly didn't leave because I was so worried I would. I'm not very good at endings.
I've left work and I'm now in the Gili Islands, Indonesia. A hammock and a shelf is about as close to being my desk as you will get. I want this to be my desk forever.
This is Rikki. I love her loads. Think she does me too. Though her face in this picture does seem to say 'Get. Away. From. Me. You. Freak.'
This is part of the Postmodern exhibition that we went to see today. The trick to happiness is to want less. Then you don't need to seek protection. You have nothing to be scared of. With less you have the headspace to appreciate a lot more the things you already have.